Irritation growing by the minute as she felt her stomach twisting and turning with hunger, the idea of hunting down those damn purple rats to beat the shit out of them for stealing her crap was becoming more and more appealing by the second. She was torn from her vicious thoughts of revenge by a soft growl coming from the throat of Barbatos, who was drooling now from where he sat, his red eyes boring into the darkness. The slightest hint of purple moving about in the distance made the girl stiffen. "So, you bastards are back for round two?" She spoke quietly, voice tight with restrained fury as she felt her eye twitch.

But, what crept out in front of her wasn't her newest enemy - it was...an aipom? What was a pokemon like this doing in a cave of all places? Last time she checked, they didn't hang out in places like this. That could only mean it was a trainer's pokemon then, right? Asta perked up, staring at the aipom curiously and with a tilted head, while Barbatos continued to drool, probably considering his options in making a meal out of the pokemon. To the trio's surprise, the pokemon soon offered them...food? A couple of snack bars and some apples - was the pokemon giving this to them?

The larvitar cheered happily, body partially wriggling in happiness as he wasted little time in moving forward, grabbing an apple in his hands. Barbatos followed behind him, warily staring at the aipom before taking a bar for himself and eating it - wrapper and all. Vivian though only huffed, looking away. The hell did she look like, taking food from random pokemon? Of course, her stomach gave a loud rumble of protest, much to her dismay.

The usually composed girl actually jumped when someone else had arrived - not a pokemon this time around, but, a human, with a slowpoke by his side. Likely, he was the aipom's trainer....and he was laughing. At her. Seething, the girl gave him a scathing glance, "the fuck are you laughing at?" She scoffed, as foul tempered as ever, and possibly even more so due to her hunger. But, there was no way she was going to accept someone else's help - that wasn't the way she handled things.

She briefly stared down at the boy's outstretched hand before letting out another scoff and turning her head away, "Is there something you want?" She sharply asked, not even bothering with introductions. "You don't really look like the strong type - did you accidentally wander in here?" And there it was - her infamous, assholeish smirk and that taunting voice just begging to piss someone off.

Her pokemon didn't seem to share her iciness, as they happily munched on the gifted food. Hell, her larvitar even lifted a small arm to give the other trainer and his pokemon a friendly little wave - only to use it to push Barbatos' head away as the cranidos greedily began to try and snatch away the apple he was eating.

Oh, great. He was one of 'those' people. The one who swore a trainer's pokemon could tell them everything about the trainer. The only thing he should've gotten from her pokemon was the idea that she was strong - that she wasn't one to be messed with. And if that was the case, well then, why the hell was he still talking to her? Letting out a 'tch' and rolling her eyes, Vivian decided not to comment - maybe because she didn't want to hurt the boy's feelings any more...Or likely because she felt like it'd be a waste of time. Annoyingly optimistic people like this just didn't know when to quit.

It seemed her otherwise rejecting her larvitar though sparked a surge of anger within the boy - a motion she swore he didn't posses. At his sudden, almost snappish like tone, the girl rose a brow, obviously a bit shocked. But, soon, a sneer came to her lips. Had she managed to piss of 'Mr smiles and sunshine'? Oh man, this was great. Perhaps this day wasn't a total lose? Smirking with a look that could make even an angel blaze with fury, the girl couldn't help but roll her eyes as well.

"I don't think I asked for your help nor opinion, right?" She spoke in an icy manner, glowering at him from where she stood, leaning against the wall still. "What it's doing is its annoying me. So, I told it to go away," she shrugged slightly. Her harsh and cold nature was just...who she was. If her pokemon weren't tough enough to handle it, then, it wasn't any skin off of her back. They'd just have to learn to get over it or something. " 'Sides, the way I treat my pokemon has nothing to do with you really." The words sounded provoking - as though she were some secret villain or something. And okay, maybe she was sorta itching for a fight, or at least to see how much she could piss him off. But, she wasn't a pokemon abuser or some dumb shit like that. Nah, that was just stupid.

Of course, to those that didn't know how she was, it...might've seemed like she was a bit too harsh. That didn't stop her from challenging sneering at the boy with a look full of calm malice.

"You got a problem with that, boy?"

Barbatos perked up from where he'd been messing around with the slowpoke, a clawed hand outstretched and patting on the pink pokemon's head while he nibbled on the apple it'd offer. He tilted his head at his trainer, as though sensing the tension, and looked over at Asta, who frantically looked between the two clashing trainer.

Vivian was both appalled, and disappointed, that he hadn't yet backed down. There was a certain joy she got from seeing fear flashing in others eyes that...might've been a bit messed up, sure, but, it was always nice when people realized who they were messing with. Alternatively, when people stepped up to the challenge, it pissed her off, but, it excited her - it made her blood pump with the thrill that an actual fight may happen. Be it a battle, or an actual fist fight - either was good.

An eye twitched slightly as he mentioned her 'forgetting' her food - fucking bullshit. "I didn't forget shit," she snapped - more so due to the brief feeling of embarrassment that flashed through her. Tch, if those stupid purple rats had taken her crap, she wouldn't be wasting time in talking to this moron. His declarations and insults only made that sharp, violet glower of hers grow even sharper. Quickly, that willingness to do violence was being to boil, and was quickly threatening to topple over. She tried to remain cool and collected - but, it just wasn't working. Not anymore. And, honestly, she had no problems with punching a kid - maybe not in his throat like she usually would. But, a quick jab to the mouth wouldn't hurt too badly.

And then, he said those magical words that made that cocky, taunting sneer appear back onto her lips. The sudden spark in his eyes, the tightness of his voice...he was angry. And it filled the brunette with a giddy delight as she lifted a clenched fist, that aggressive look of hers not fading as she continued to glower at him.

"Make me, punk."

There was a slight hope in her words - but, this boy was a goody-two shoes. He had probably never thrown a punch in his life, and she wasn't interested in wasting time fighting his weak, shitty pokemon. Ugh, how annoying. But, still...the idea of making him literally eat his words was all too tempting to pass up.

Before the girl could further egg him on into, hopefully, a confrontation of some kind though, he spoke...and honestly, what he said pissed her off even more, if not shocked her a bit. For a moment, her eyes widened, her raised fist relaxing, and a confused look spreading across her features. Abuse? What...the hell was he talking about? Wait...what?

For a moment, the girl, dumbfounded, stared at him, unsure what to make of his words...until, finally, it made sense. His sudden attitude change, his abrupt 'white knight' shit. He thought she was one of those pathetic fucks who abused their pokemon.

Vivian couldn't help but laugh. An actual, hearty laugh that betrayed the chilling glower she'd been giving him only mere moments before. But, there was no joy in her laugh nor lightheartedness. Oh, no, she was pissed. And as abruptly as the laughter came, it ended. "I should punch your fucking lights out, y'know?" Her voice was tight with anger as she glowered at him. Almost threateningly, she leaned closer, their faces only mere inches apart. "Here's a word of advice kid. Unless you plan on picking your teeth off the ground, don't go around calling people pokemon abusers." She nearly snarled at him before turning away, hands in her pockets as she scoffed loudly.

"Just because I don't baby my pokemon or treat them like fuckin' glass doesn't mean shit. I may be a shitty person - but even that's beneath me." For someone who acted so closed off, the girl almost sounded offended.

Asta tilted his head, looking confused as he looked between the trainers. He had actually waddled between the two at some point, intent on making sure they didn't end up in a fight of some kind. But, even he frowned slightly at the mere mention of his trainer being abusive. Barbatos, on the other hand, seemed to sense his trainer's irritation - and so, he in turn began to almost trot about in an aggravated manner, stopping only in favor of glowering up at the male trainer.