golden;

Silver gave him a deadpan stare. “right, because my criminal record would TOTALLY pass a background check."

Gold tried to avoid Silver's deadpan stare, but failed and felt a cold breeze slide down his spine when it hit him. The male laughed nervously and huffed out a sigh afterwards. "Welp. You neva' know Silv," he said as he shrugged it off. "What kind of job you would you be interested in, if ya' did?" 

"I am Gold and I would like you to not copy me. This is no joke," he repeated, laughing a bit. Gold crossed his arms as Emmet did, keeping his smile for a bit. The raven head male sighed and undid his arms. Copying Emmet was boring him now, just like how many things did after a while. He shifted his eyes back up to the man before him and gave a soft snicker under his breath. "Yo, Emmet. How'd ya get those sideburns to grow like that?"

"Have it your way then," he sighed. "But have ya ever considered a job or anythin' like that though?"

"It's called, 'you can always ask a friend for help.' Have you ever heard of that, Silv?"

A low snarl came from Silver’s throat. “Oh, I’m sorry," he hissed. “I didn’t know you were the moral police." He gave the young man a threatening gesture. “I swear to Arceus if you mess this up for me I’m going to slit your damn throat."

Gold chuckled again and folded his arms behind his head. "I'm not the moral police there, Silv. And why do ya do these kind of things, huh?" he questions the redhead. "If you need money, you can always gamble~"

Silver had been eyeing a woman’s bag, where her wallet was sticking out. Cards and cash, this could be his lucky day. Then he felt a hand clap his shoulder and a loud voice in his ear, startling him slightly. “Wha—Gold!" He swung, punching Gold in the arm. “You don’t snea up on people you asshole!"

"ACK--" Gold had forgotten that a punch would be coming, as usual, and he wasn't able to dodge it in time. The golden eyed male chuckled and rubbed the area where he was punched. "Maybe you shouldn't be sneakin' up on other people as well, Silv," he said as he moved his eyes from Silver to the female's bag.

This kid still was not getting it. Emmet sighed in frustration, his patience being worn thin. What would he have to do, speak like him? Wait, that just might work! But how would he do that…?

Silver wasnt too far away. He hated carnivals and things of that natur….but it was a good place for a thief. and at present, he was scouting for someone to pickpocket.

Gold threw his back back and leaned onto the seat. He took one last glance at the window before the cart he was in had reached the bottom. His shimmering eyes widened a bit when his eyes landed upon something, er, someone.

Emmet nodded with vigour. At least this id understood that! “Yes. Opposites. Definitely. My brother is more like this."

Gold stared at the taller male in white, his eyelids hiding the confusion in his eyes each time he blinked. He was silent for a while, with an expression looking so very clueless. Just that then, a wide smile dispersed over his face. "Wait. what?" he questions with the dumb smile still going.