"Oh you had a trainer?" Hiroshi says curiously as he scratches at the crust of molten rock along his back.
A few flakes of the dark reddish brown stone fall off onto the ground as he scratches the hardened stone scales on his back and accidentally cracks one.
"I think Hideki used to have a trainer once..." The large Fire dragon grins sheepishly. "[color=#EE4000]It's kinda hard to tell with him. Was it nice having a trainer?[color]" The large Charizard has always been wild, part of one of the rare colonies of the fire types and all he had known about humans he had found out from playing with the children of the nearby human village. As to what it actually felt like to have a human at your side, helping you out and making you get stronger...Hiroshi didn't know what that was like, only that a lot of pokemon seemed to have formed close bonds with the people that trained them.
Hideki slowly blinds his light blue eyes as he thinks back. Humans were to him formless blobs of shadows, more often illusions than even the most wispy of Lesser Gods.
A gleam of the artificial bare lights gleams off the metal arm that rests across his lap, a heavy metallic limb roughly grafted onto his scarred shoulder.
He has indeed had a trainer but ignored him for the more real presence of his pokemon. As far as he is concerned his human trainer never really existed. Certainly he did not care if the man was alive or not.
He was...boring... Hideki signs to Hiroshi and rolls on his back, exposing the softer fur of his stomach.
Scratch my tummy. He asks the still-eating Charizard.