@greenite
Pikachu clung grumpily to Redās shirt as they headed down Route One of Kanto, the yellow Pokemon squeaking in complain at sudden jolts of movement when his trainer jumped off a ledge. The brunette had set a grueling pace once they arrived back in their home region, heading straight back home from Vermilion. There was only one reason why heād drop everything so quickly.
Red was concerned. One hundred-percent worried to death.
He hadnāt been in Kanto when Viridian was destroyed, so he had no clue how much damage the city, and its citizens, took. Obviously, this was enough to make him concerned, but there was a tiny detail that made this case special: Green. He lived there as the cityās gym leader⦠And that explains everything. Though he knew for certain that Green wasnāt deceased, Red wasnāt exactly sure just how his friend was faring, both mentally and physically. The only thing he had come to find out is that his rival was staying at Oakās houseāand that was mostly by assumption.
Once Red arrived in Pallet, he placed Pikachu on the ground, having to sign sternly at the rodent that he had to go into his ball until after the visit. It took what felt like ages, but eventually Pikachu relented to being retrieved into the Pokeball. Thank Arceus, that makes things a hundred times easier. With a silent sigh, the brunette turned and headed to his neighborās home, rapping lightly on the door once he arrived.
Hopefully Green would be home.
Daylight seeped through the thin crevices of the blinds, Greenās sole indicator of time of day. Viridian untouched and his apartment attached to the cityās gym both immaculate, he was an early riser, awake to witness the sun flirt with the late darks of twilight. They trained, he and his pokemon companions, knowing few to no challengers would step foot into the gym to catch his team fatigued and unfit for waves of multiple teams of six with a young trainer with big dreams standing too confidently, too cockily behind them.
Today itād been what? A quarter til noon? ...A quarter past?
Greenās joints popped as he rose to his feet from the couch; heād failed to make it to the room the night prior, falling into a slumber three hours after midnight, television still projecting a plethora of hues onto his still frame.
Heās gotta get outta here, he thinks, legs guiding the sluggish other half of his person to the door, shitās getting too weird-- or rather, heās feeling too weird about this whole situation. His gramps is probably out with the fool this very moment.
But what choice does he have? Where else could he go? Hotels are pricey, Viridianās got him too spooked to even try, Redās out... Arceus knows where.Ā
Green throws a light zip up hoodie over his bare chest before answering the door for the culprit whoād took him from his rest, wiping the sleep from his eyes with a yawn,Ā āOld man Oak aināt in.ā The little shit. The door finally swings fully open.Ā āRed?ā He blinks, swears a whole ten seconds pass before his tongue formulates words,Ā āThought youād gone and fell off the face of the earth again-- cāmere.ā Greenās palm grasps his rivalās bicep, tugging him inside his childhood home, and he quickly finds his arms wrapped around the broad of Redās shoulders in a hug. Green always was too touchy.Ā āI missed you, you fuck,ā His grip tightens for the slight of a second, though his mouth still runs as it only knows how, Red canāt get a word in until heās let off him,Ā āWhereāve you been? Gramps tell you I was here?-- Damn Iāve got so much shit to tell you..ā













