The scarlet sun burns the back of his neck.
Fragments of what could have been a home distort, disappear and materialize elsewhere. Frantically putting itself together, only to shatter with every step.
There's only so much one can do when their world isn't stable.
And forever is a long time to fill.
Today, he finds himself wrestling with code β his own, and the city's. Through quiet determination and the help of his team, they managed to build what would be a facsimile of Prof. Oak's lab, lacking the walls and technology. On a garbled table, Chikorita, γγγͺγ°γΒ and γ―γ«γΉ sit in a row.
They watch as he beckons two more PokΓ©mon, placing one where Oak would be and the other β
... Escapes as RED jolts from being tugged.
@gildead asked:
A sleeve tugs on Red's arm. Huh, isn't it usually the other way a-- Oh. It's just Gold. Okay, understandable.
The moment Red turns to look at him, he wrings his sleeves and gives him the most autistic stare possible that someone without eyeballs can manage. Well, Rosie, you did tell me to have him approach.
Please don't snap his ribs like tiny matchsticks again.
Only for the trainer to freeze when he realizes who has joined him.
There's a thought to snap Gold's ribs like tiny matchsticks again ... but it passes as γγγͺγ°γΒ nuzzles its head beneath PKMN Trainer RED's palm. The former champion scoops the cub in his arms before dismissing the rest of his actors.
Ever the chatterbox, RED motioned for Gold to follow; trying not to think about how much the other saw. The flames of γγγͺγ°γ's ears dance slowly, analyzing the boy its trainer wouldn't shut up about. The scrapped PokΓ©mon makes a look as it peers into Gold's sockets, unsure of how a frail looking child could cause so much grief for RED.
They walked for eons ... before happening upon his backpack. Placing down his PokΓ©mon, he rummaged through it ...
And offered Gold a can of lemonade.
