Aw yeah, scritches! Analise had actually forgotten all about the reason for getting her attention and closed her eyes while her leg thumped repeatedly as she got the good spot. However, when he heard the camera click, she instantly remembered why she was even doing this in the first place and embarrassedly regained her composure. She was supposed to be a graceful, majestic Pokemon! Not some dumb, common Growlithe! 

Ferris could only laugh and flashed his most charming, handsome smile at the red-head. [color=0072bc]"A happy angel huh? Well, I would call her a bit stuck up and self-important, but I'm glad she wasn't any trouble."[/color] His Ninetails only gave him the most indignant look at the slight that her trainer gave her. Her, stuck up and self-important? Never!

The girl looked like she had something else to say, but her attention seemed to be else where and said something a bit strange. [color=0072bc]"What fella?"[/color] He asked as he turned to look what was behind him...

Well that was new, a Machamp dressed in to the nines making from what Ferris could tell demands to go talk to the young woman waving at the pair of them. She looked like the kind of girl whose daddy was made of money if the three piece suit wearing fighting type didn't give it away already, but he was not one to turn down an offer without hearing them out. It also helped that she was pretty easy on the eyes too. [color=0072bc]"Nah love, I've got no idea who she is."[/color] He answered in response to the red-head's question. Things were certainly becoming more and more interesting.

Analise was less so enthused with the idea of having some brutish Pokemon walk up and order them around, letting out a growl to show her displeasure. Only one Dazzling Gleam would be enough to knock that arrogant mass of muscle down on its back though Ferris' palm pressed down on the top of her head and stroked gently down her neck. [color=0072bc]"Easy girl, it's okay."[/color] Ferris cooed to the agitated Ice-Type who most certainly needed to be like its type and cool down. If the girl wanted to talk to him then he would and if she only wanted to talk to the perpetually smiling red-head then he and his Pokemon would be on their merry way so seeing as he had nothing to lose, he made his way up the stairs to the upper deck where the woman was. 

Well, they were, but this random guy with a Zorua popped into the middle of the conversation. This sort of person looked like a bullshit artist, but there was nothing more fun than seeing how far they go with it until they fall flat on their face. [color=0072bc]"Oh? Then I'm sure your talents lend themselves to being excellent bait then."[/color] Ferris teased, laughing at this man gassing himself up to being something bigger than he actually was. Now he went up the stairs to where the Machamp's trainer was and now saw that there was a boy with a Mawhile who had his hand in its mouth before it let go. Seems like everyone was being pulled to this spot one way or the other. 

Meanwhile, Fjord's little thieving bearded bugger was caught red-handed by the sea-sick woman with his arms full of Pokefood.[color=a0410d]"Mrraow..."[/color] The Meowth glanced at the bag, to her, back to the bag, to her until the little gremlin skedaddled away with its stolen haul before the woman could stop him from.