@brcidablik (continued)
◓ Silver
It had been over a year since Silver had successfully managed to escape his father's care, hopscotching his way from Kanto to Johto to wherever he thought would keep him from being dragged back to the old man kicking and screaming, but the scars still lingered. Case in point? The way he recoiled from the man who had glimpsed the angry redness of the scratch he'd been trying to rewrap from the shoddy bandaging he'd done after having earned from some angry Linoone a few hours earlier.
"It's fine," he snapped harshly, tugging his jacket back down over the injury and drawing his arm closer to himself even as Pluto let out a little Snea? from his side, the Sneasel having darted back the instant his trouble-making had caught the man's attention in the first place. Trust no one - you never know who could be on the old man's payroll. "I can take care of myself."
