He'd muse upon the current situation. Both of them do respond to their own nicknames at least, as both Poochy 1 and Poochy 2 did not seem as stupid as their simple minds suggests. Relying on them to react to their own names seemed like the easy way out of this predicament, though it felt like he was giving in to the problem itself. If today's episode of trying to differentiate the two of them doesn't work out, maybe he'd stick with that tried and tested method.

"Poochy One?"

The sudden call to its name perked the canine up, its ears going from a droopy state to a more alive one. His tail swept the ground from his sitting position as he eagerly waited for what his trainer would say next. The Poochyena beside him, however, simply shifted its attention from the ground to the one beside him, the sudden movement catching his attention.

"See that Surskit over there? Beat it up."

Kyle's finger pointed to a small bug by the water's edge somewhere near their current location. It seemed small and defenseless, not to mention harmless for the most part. It looked frail and lanky anyways, so his Poochyena shouldn't have any problems dealing with it unless it was severely incompetent, to which he'll ask his sister for a refund. He wouldn't really return him to her though, and he'll most likely just keep it around as a mascot of his team or something had that been the case.

Getting an order from the boss, the Poochyena spend no time delaying the inevitable. As if any tiring out did not happen earlier, the Dark-type rushed head straight at the innocent Surskit, fangs bared and, despite showing off his canines, still went for a full body tackle at the Bug-type. It was a sudden attack that left the Surskit unprepared from receiving a beating, which had the wild Pokemon thrown a distance away from its original location.

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"You don't have to hit it too far," he scolded.

As soon as the Surskit hit the water from the edge, it sunk beneath the surface before going back up and skating away from them. At this point, even if he had ordered his Poochyena to chase after it, Kyle was pretty sure that it wouldn't be able to catch up to it with how it skates on the water's surface. Even if the Dark-type had the speed, anything within the center of the body of water was off-limits for something like Poochy One.

"Poochy Two, how about you go get, uh, that guy."

His fingers pointed to the unknown Pokemon on the corner of his eyes. He hadn't seen anything of its kind before, but it was evidently a Bug-type, much like the Surskit. His knowledge of Pokemon species wasn't great, but it wasn't poor either. He knew this one was not a common variety within the region. Pulling up his Pokedex, the device did not seem to have any information about it either.

"Change of plans. Poochy One, we're getting that thing."

Kyle wasn't a fan of Bug-types mostly from his preference of mammalian Pokemon in general, but if it was a rare specimen, he was willing to go and capture it.

Poochy Two seemed to be alright with sitting it out, which seems fine especially since Poochy seemed to still be fired up from the previous tackle he made.

"Just use Yawn. Feel free to beat it up anyway you like after that."

The Poochyena opened its mouth, releasing a yawn that would infect the Bug-type, with the slow acting drowsiness taking in effect. Once it slowed its movements down, Poochy One went back to a running start, though this time, he used his fangs to puncture through its shell and knock it down. Soon enough, its eyes closed out, bringing Kyle the cue to use his Pokeball at the now unconscious Bug-type.

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