[ It's actually a curious sight to Red - he's never been to a bath house before. But it's not a day - or time - to be thinking about that.

He's been holding both of his pokémon's balls in his hands the entire time, and now, he lets out Snorlax right into the water, the beast of a pokémon coming out --

snoring.

But it's not his usual kind which, if it were, it might be more funny of a situation. But Red can tell by his pokémon's face that it's a reluctant slumber, and he goes to the edge of where he rests, kneeling down beside him. He puts a hand against the side of his head, pressing his forehead upon the short fur. Then, he places Venusaur's ball down so he can wrap a hand around the pokémon's neck. ]

You did good, okay Snorlax?

[ 'Sorry I didn't.'

And sorry for forgetting other people, Luke. He doesn't linger too long, moving himself away with a crouched step from Snorlax and then picking the pokéball back up, then looking over to Luke. ]

I can clean up Snorlax. Is there a cooler room you can look at Venusaur in? She won't like the heat.

[ Warm rain was nice, but this was likely to be too much for the plant pokémon. She would deal it without fussing, but as her trainer, Red would rather she didn't have to at all. ]