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NOTE: This was based off the headcanon that Sycamore and Lysandre have a pet baby Litleo whom they take turns taking to their respective workplaces. However, in this story, the Litleo has already evolved. What ensues was too adorable for me and the person I wrote this fic for to handle.
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It was an... interesting day, to say the least. Plans were going accordingly, and Lysandre had the peace and quiet he hadn't known he needed today. The Pyroar sitting in his lap seemed to provide some extra peace. He was warm and soft and quite the cuddly one. Lysandre scratched behind his ear, smiling gently. He hoped this peace would last until it was time to go home.
Unfortunately, Lysandre should have known better than to wish that.
A grunt flung the door opened, apparently forgetting the rule about knocking. The Pyroar's head jerked up, his eyes peering over Lysandre's desk at the newcomer.
'What is it?' the tall man ordered. 'It had better be important.'
'Sir, we-' The grunt stopped, noticing the curious onyx eyes looking at him from across the room. Eyes that weren't Lysandre's... 'Uh-um... Sir?'
'What?' Lysandre followed the grunt's gaze to the Pyroar. 'You've never seen a Pyroar before?'
'Y-yes sir, it just-'
'Roaaaaa!' the Pyroar crooned. Lysandre cracked another smile and started petting him.
'Fleuramore says hello," he remarked.