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if they’re gonna use 2 greens lets just use the same strategy and beat them with 2 reds >:/

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Laverre city was nice and all, but Green definitely thought it could get overwhelming at times. He was here on a study trip to learn about fairy pokemon because his Eevee could very well evolve into one. However, though he’d absolutely wanted to stay and chat with Valarie longer, something about her just felt off. ...Nah. He needed a break. He’d been in this creepy dollhouse-like gym all day, with its too-pristine state of cleanliness and the trainers all dolled up. So naturally, he’d decided to take a stroll through the scene Laverre nature trail -- route 14, in other words -- all bundled up in his favorite green sweater and black scarf. And it was a good thing, too; it was freezing outside, even by fall standards! How did these Kalosians handle such constant cold weather... Green thought to himself, a rather exaggerated frown etched on his features. He waded through some puddles that were honestly a bit deeper than he’d expected, but nothing was that terribly deep. He observed the trees as he walked through said puddles, his glance flickering everywhere and watching as leaves fell and lost themselves in the wind. He’d keep going until he discovered grass, and even then, he’d plopped himself down in it to watch pokemon go about their business in this area. While he was pokemon watching, Pinkie, who was just perched on his shoulder, now found herself hopping off and running in no particular direction, but Green didn’t care. He knew he could trust her to come back. He pushed himself up, walked a little way more, treading through some light puddles until he came upon a new patch of grass when he’d seen him. A lone stranger, Pikachu on his shoulder and a red hat. And when it clicked in Green’s mind who that person reminded him of, he froze. No way....is it? Curiosity getting the best of him, he approached the man with apprehension, biting his lip as he tapped his shoulder.

“Hey uh...correct me if I’m totally wrong but are you Red...?” He asked slowly and carefully, considering his word choice. Hopefully it didn’t sound too piss poor.

Green looks up from where he had been watching the waves and sitting on the cooler of drinks. They’d left the battle tree in capable hands to go fishing at the pier rather than on a pathetically flimsy lifeboat like the last time, and Green had to thank Fidelity for her kindness in how she held the fishing rod for him, only to blink in open bemusement at the offered treat.

He glances up at Red, who is determinedly meeting his eyes, face flush and sheepish air about him as though he was trying not to die of embarrassment. Green doesn’t point any of that out however, instead plucking the treat gently from Red’s hand, grateful for the fact that Red had even thought of him. He reaches up, pokes the center of Red’s forehead to smooth out his brow.

                   well, this is a rare occasion. sure, it may be for the sake of getting fire to stop talking about a game -- which is a stupid reason -- but ... if he pushes him away for some stupid game, he may not get the chance again.

                   it’s a surprise, even to her, that her patience has its limits. spineless is as good a word as any to describe leaf. despite her suffering and her discarded dreams, pushing aside her needs for her friends is as natural as breathing. she cares for red, of course -- but her hurt was never supposed to be known. maybe it’s because she cares so much that the words spill out of her mouth.

                 “you don’t get to come down here when it’s convenient for you only to scold me.”

                  she is tired. she is working herself to death -- it beats thinking, worrying. she doesn’t remember her last meal, or the last time she slept. red’s concern... it makes her angry. she can tell her smile is fading every time she offers one, and is makes her angry that she can’t even keep her mask on right. it isn’t his fault that he cares -- it’s just that it’s misplaced. he left her all alone with no purpose or idea of what to do next. she was left without a friend.

                  as soon as the words leave her lips, leaf blanches, and tears sting her eyes. fingers fly to her lips, like that might undo what she just said.

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