light it up!

Navigation skill was for chumps, or for sensible adults with proper lives and one of those things with a mortgage. Did metropolitan city-folk have mortages? Whatever, Red didn’t care.

What he cared more about how mind-numbingly bored he’d been sitting around on that park bench, his cool guy shades on and his 80s style of dress somehow doing well not to get him called out yet.

Fire may not be able to truly appreciate the dirty glare Red was giving him behind the sunglasses, but he’d get to hear it in his voice, arms folding to match his sulky mood,

“We’re meant to be getting lost together.”

Bros before shop windows, dude.

Fire couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips at his friend’s sour attitude. The look on Red’s face was priceless; nevermind that Fire was the reason for it being there. 

Despite that, the atmosphere between them was warm and familiar, one that could only be achieved through years of steady friendship. No matter how much time they spent apart, things never changed between them and Fire appreciated that about his fellow Pallet Town native. They could go for months without speaking, and the moment they saw each other again it was like nothing had ever changed.

It felt like being home.

“Hey, it’s not like I got lost on purpose.” Fire closed the distance between them, flinging an arm over Red’s shoulders, without a hint of genuine remorse in his tone. “Besides, we have plenty of time to get lost together. Hey, let’s go find some food! I’m starving to death here.”