9) one muse gives the other a brief casual touch, unintentionally stirring up emotions in the other who swears the warmth lingers on their skin. - red & green owo
✧ ━ i accidentally deleted the meme bc i'm an idiot ( accepting )
when it comes to spending long nights in the gym, green is no stranger. old habits died hard and while he knew his trainers could handle things themselves, he always felt best doing things himself. that being said, one could only look at the costs and fees of actually running a gym so many times before the start to blur together. it’s well past midnight when the gym doors open, and he barely registers the faint touch he feels to his shoulder, only looking up when a taller shadow shades his paperwork. looking up, he gives the figure an equally fainter smile.
❝ hey, red. thought you went to bed. ❞
as usual, he doesn’t get much of a verbal response, but he does notice a tupperware full of food that looked distinctly like his. ❝ thanks, i’ll be home soon. promise. ❞ he’s thankful that red doesn’t give him more than a semi stern glance, and just like that he’s gone again.
green leans back in his chair to enjoy the meal, and he notices his shoulder is still warm from red’s touched. for a man that’s always cold to the touch, he always manages to leave an impact. humming around the mouthful of food, green couldn’t help but feel a sad twang in his heart for red being alone, now and all those years ago. certainly he enjoys the quietness ( as always, the total opposite of green himself ), but he wonders if the silence ever got deafening for red like it did for him. he’d never know what exactly red went through, and a part of him thinks he never wanted to. he must have been so scared, the world bearing down on him and expecting a kid to be more than just that. it always was easier to deal with the unconditional love and loyalty of a pokemon than a human. in that sense, green did know red better than anyone else.
finishing up his food, green leaves the paperwork for another night.
