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Laughter fills the room when Gold reveals his whereabouts to his mother on speakerphone, and he hurriedly lowers the volume a few clicks, phone too close to the side of his head. Why not Alola?           That Red guy is over there now, isn't he? 

Gold shakes his foot side to side, the hotel comforter chill against his skin though the refreshment isn’t enough to distract him from a weird little tinge that has him sitting up now. So, Celadon City isn’t far from Johto but cut him some slack - it still isn’t Johto. Vacationing is a break from routine, not necessarily a matter of distance; Gold grumbles a line of the like ( But you’ve been there, what, a million times?  ), then he brings up the neighbors to skillfully slide to a rant about outdoor grilling or something. He sorta zones out.

When the call’s over, the phone remains in his hand - screen miraculously clean of any scuffs considering the state of his long-surviving PokeGear. It was about time for this upgrade according to everyone, especially Lass Carrie, and it was even more gracious of him to finally register an ID through Pokemon Stadium™: Mobile Edition. 

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3. Phantom

Granted, maybe he was staring a bit too long but those shoulder poofs were also a bit too tall. Gold absentmindedly nods his head with a tiny pout of consideration, never one to be judgmental of any fashion statement, but unfortuantely someone or something misinterprets his curious brows. His ear gets pinched, then pulled. Twice. Three times. Hey.

It’s disorienting (whisperings shift subjects when Gold starts looking around the train car with a critical eye) but manageable;          that is until the standing passenger’s grip phases through his support and has him stumbling over a couple of seats.

All too familiar with otherworldly mischief, a recovered Gold sternly locks with the wide, violet eyes ever-so-innocently blinking back at him. One final look-over communicates the chick’s dead giveaway of a palette, and she wobbles her fountain pen between two fingers, tapping twice on the pages of her journal. Tut tut?

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40. laughter

Touko takes full responsibility for the offense evident on Gold’s face, the giggle tossed over her right shoulder as annoying as the long ponytail now caught on her left. Sure, her shampoo smells nice but he had enough hair in his face to begin with.

“ Hey ... why don’t I walk in front, so we both can enjoy this lil’ walk in the park? Or stop looking around so much like some tourist. ”

itsa me J i m feat. Gold

💚 mood drabble turned starter: 8. embarrassed

For a city boasting a refreshing breeze, life put some special care into not letting his afternoon be one. This Olivine day trip was meant to be spontaneous and fun, but haunting bad luck was depressing his visit by the hour.

‘Leader Jasmine is out today!’ Bummer. Gold was ready to turn on his heel and be on his way upon that report, but the Gym Assistant tugged with an extensive Q&A which Gold literally had to back out of. While he was never much of a person to rub his neck with blatant cringe, he'd spared plenty of dismissive laughter with his adamancy that he was not here for a rematch. Just to hang out. Speaking of out.

‘I ain't takin' haf' a punchcard.’ An exchange of deadpan looks. Somehow his beat up card had cropped half its valued perforations: paper evidence of his past patronage gone, robbing his free meal. Sure, the prior champion and hero of Kanjohto cards were played accordingly, but when did the sailors ever bend to that? Paid bill and tongue clicking aside, the server was happy to hand him a fresh loyalty card.

Escaping a persistent challenger, accidentally kicking a small Krabby, nearly losing his cap to the sea ... Gold pushes with true indignation boarding along the flat stone walk of the port. The bar of his foolish content refilled to an adequate percentage, he spends the stored energy on an ollie that doesn't pass gdi—— the absolute mess hopes to himself that his flop had gone unseen, but letting his head loll to the left in resignation brings a figure into view. So, he sighs at his doom.