"Hey, come on! Cut it out already!"
The buizel giggled as the dewott rubbed his head. It was a simple case of trapping someone and teasing them until they surrendered completely. Tristan couldn't help but keep StarCry contained like this. He was his best student, one of which he saw himself inside them. They inspired each other, teaching each other things while making sure to have fun while doing so. This was a beginner's guild after all.
Every Pokémon who aspired to be an explorer started here. "Summer Starters." Tristan had no idea why he named his guild this, but to him it felt right. Heartwarming, comforting, like a guild should be. Definitely welcoming, there were at least 5 new members walking through the doors every day. Despite having little to no experience being a guild leader, he made sure everyone's time there was a great as he could make it. Not everything was coursework, the dewott made sure lessons were fun, and that they involved some activities everyone enjoyed. The guild members adored him, saw him as a father figure sometimes. Helping them out, giving advice and making sure everyone was ok overall. No one could ask for anything more...
However despite all of this, his best student StarCry was way ahead of everyone else in the guild. The Buizel was just as experienced as his fellow guild mates, but learned much more rapidly than them. Which caused problems sometimes that Tristan needed to solve. StarCry would get impatient, either that or he'd sit out certain activities that he had previously accomplished. The Dewott felt bad that he couldn't provide all the training the Buizel needed, but did his best anyway. Giving him pep talks and tales of his own adventures. To StarCry, that was all he needed and wanted.
However, what would happen when everything he desired was taken away from him?