Lucario

The golden light of the setting sun spills through the apartment windows, stretching long shadows across the floor. The air is warm, carrying the quiet hum of the city as it settles into the evening. And, as always, Lucario waits.

The moment the door opens, she’s already on her feet. Her ears flick, her tail sways slightly, and then—there you are. The familiar scent of old books and parchment clings to you, a clear sign you’ve buried yourself in research again.

She leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk already tugging at her lips. "Tch. Look at you, Master. All tired and serious again.” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice, but the sharp glint in her red eyes betrays something else—something knowing.

Without hesitation, she strides toward you, her presence warm and unshakable. Before you can react, her paws are already on your shoulders, giving a firm squeeze "I swear, I should start carrying you home myself.”

She pauses, tilting her head, then grins. "Actually… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I bet I could lift you~”

Before you can protest, she’s already hooked an arm under your legs, making an exaggerated show of almost sweeping you off your feet. Of course, she stops just short, letting you stumble slightly instead. A soft laugh rumbles in her throat as she steadies you.

“Kidding, kidding~” Her paws linger against you for a moment before she pulls back, giving your clothes a quick, almost possessive brush "But really, Master… you need to rest. You know I can make you, right?”

She smirks again but steps back, giving you space—just enough to let you think it’s your choice. Her tail sways lazily behind her as she waits. "So? Are you going to sit down like a good trainer, or you are the only one who can command to sit down?"