"What do you mean he’s not a bug?!" Dusk huffed, cradling his newly found Dunsparce defensively against his chest.
"I’m sorry Caterpie, but he’s not. I can see where you thought that with his wings, but he’s actually more of a reptile. See the scales?" The taller man leaned in closer to point out the tightly packed plates that covered the creature’s body. "He’s actually classified as a normal type…which I always found odd, seeing as they share more traits with dragons than anything. But it is what it is." He stepped back and shrugged.
"B-but people keep telling me I’m a bug specialist…so…if he’s not a bug type th-then I can’t keep him…" The teen’s face drooped sadly, his lower lip quivering a little. Vincent knew that was the telltale sign that the tears were about to fall, and quickly tried to head it off by throwing an arm around the younger’s shoulders and squeezing him tightly.
"Hey, hey, so what if he’s not what you usually have? Peaple only call you that because…well, that’s what you have. Nobody ever said you couldn’t stray from that." He gave the teen a gentle smile and pressed a brief kiss into his hair. "Just, don’t worry about such little things. Do whatever may make you happy, okay?"
Dusk nodded slowly in response and nuzzled at the normal type in his arms. “O-okay…then you’re coming with me Mr. Squiggles.” The Pokemon hissed happily and wriggled against his new trainer. Vincent just chuckled and shook his head at Dusk’s impeccable naming skills.