The tug from his line felt natural at first, but as he tried to fight back against the force on the other end, Kyle knew there was something unnatural happening. Soon enough, Kyle found himself being pulled into the water. His heels dug into the soil and pebbles of the lake's bank, but was nonetheless still beaten by the Pokemon on the other end. He turned his attention to the Pokemon beside him, his eyes full of fury as struggled between maintaining his composure and reeling in his catch.

"Oi. Helping Hand," he commanded his Leafeon. He wasn't sure if it had an effect on humans, though the move seemed to have taken effect immediately. It didn't last long though, forcing Kyle to make one big pull to at least yank it out of the water.

A weary Lapras was snagged out of the water. Whatever it was doing underneath was left to his imagination, but Kyle could not help but be pessimistic on the sight. "We should leave this," he mused out loud as he fixed his rod. The weak soft growls from the Water-type got him to think twice of the decision. A tug from his pants from his Leafeon sealed the deal, however, forcing Kyle to pinch the bridge of his nose and return to the Lapras.

"The fuck are you doing here anyways?"

Lapras do belong in the sea, and while the Lake of Rage was a large body of water capable of housing some Lapras or two, the intermittent nature of the local Gyarados' rampages were not suited for it to live on. Perhaps it was why it was all beaten and bruised, weak enough to be captured by a Pokeball in a moment's notice should one attempt to do it.

...Now that he thought of it, the idea tempted him.

"W-We can't leave it alone here, right?" He frisked his belongings at that instant, confirming that he has nothing else on his person aside from the rod at his hand aside from an empty Great Ball. "I, uh, don't have any medicine on me either." His eyes went back to the Lapras, the wild Pokemon's eyes staring up at Kyle as it slumped on the ground, too weak to even move. They weren't necessarily asking for sympathy, but that's what Kyle felt regardless.

"You're getting in here," he informed the Lapras, showing the Great Ball he had on his hand. "Fix you up nice and good back at town. No way in hell I'm going to carry you all the way there."

Friendship attempt on the Lapras

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