Because aw yeah, Silver's in line for one. He's almost at the front of the line, even! Which is good, because they're about to run out of them as usual.
And a lot of things are good right now. He has an upgraded Pokédex, the region's Professor doesn't think he's completely insane, he might be able to reach Ingo and Emmet in a couple of days after exploring Route 4 more thoroughly... All is well.
But all he's concerned about right now are Casteliacones because shit they're goddamn delicious. Yes. Yes yes yes. Yes.]
[Hilda groans, folding her map grouchily and shoving it back into her bag. Welp, she wasn't going to be here after a week, so her window of opportunity was gone.]
You wanted one, didn't you? It's no big deal. I can get another one later. [Well by later he means in a few days but that's close enough to later for him to not care. ...Besides, Emmet has those ice cream tacos.]
[He has found a new love of his goggles. Seriously. Alright, time to head to the Gear Station, time to go see dads. Daaads dads he's back after being gone for forever daaads.
There is nothing that could possibly stop him from going to see his dads right now. Nope. Nothing. Not at all. No distraction in the world would suffice.]
[Not even that strange ponytail girl strutting right out of the Battle Subway, Emboar following behind her? The both of them, of course, looking so damn smug and proud of themselves.]
Made it to 160! We'll hit 200 wins next time, right buddy?
[The emboar rumbles, and Hilda laughs loudly, taking a big bite out of a choco-taco.]
I better get to Ingo, soon, too. He won't know what hit him!
[Except he will, Hilda, because no one "hits" him as hard as you do.]
[...Excuse me, what- What is that thing- what are you-]
160? [He doesn't even notice the word slip out of his mouth. If she's talking about Ingo now, does that mean that some random girl beat Emmet? But- That--
[...Oh. Oh. That's why she looked familiar.] You're that girl from Castelia. [Who beat Emmet. Twice. And went on to defeat more than a hundred other trainers. No wonder why she was so cocky...]
Yeah, the guy who got the last Castelia Cone and tried to give it to me. That was weird, was that pity or something? Whatever, Emmet gave me one of his ice creams.
[NOM NOM CHOCO TACO okay she's done, she pockets the wrapper.]
Emmet told you about me? When? No, why? He gives me the same recited speech every time when we're on the subway, he only says something different when we're out having fun.
[Wait no that's not the point.] He said you're some hero and that you know Professor Juniper. [This is where this conversation is going. Not to Ingo and Emmet. That's for later. Maybe. Dads can wait.]
enter more shame- I mean, the protag
Because aw yeah, Silver's in line for one. He's almost at the front of the line, even! Which is good, because they're about to run out of them as usual.
And a lot of things are good right now. He has an upgraded Pokédex, the region's Professor doesn't think he's completely insane, he might be able to reach Ingo and Emmet in a couple of days after exploring Route 4 more thoroughly... All is well.
But all he's concerned about right now are Casteliacones because shit they're goddamn delicious. Yes. Yes yes yes. Yes.]
no subject
no subject
Casteliaconecasteliaconecas-]
Aren't you lucky? Looks like you got the last one!
[...What. What, really? He... Got lucky?
Best. Day. Ever.]
no subject
[Hilda groans, folding her map grouchily and shoving it back into her bag. Welp, she wasn't going to be here after a week, so her window of opportunity was gone.]
1/2
...Oh. That girl behind him really wanted this one, not just some business man.]
2/3
Yeah I know it's delicious, but- Yeah, exactly. Sigh...]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[In that case, he hands the cone over to Weavile. All yours, buddy.]
no subject
[OFF SHE GOES! She's heading towards Nimbasa, it seems. Or at least Route 4. Hmm...]
1/3
no subject
no subject
There is nothing that could possibly stop him from going to see his dads right now. Nope. Nothing. Not at all. No distraction in the world would suffice.]
no subject
Made it to 160! We'll hit 200 wins next time, right buddy?
[The emboar rumbles, and Hilda laughs loudly, taking a big bite out of a choco-taco.]
I better get to Ingo, soon, too. He won't know what hit him!
[Except he will, Hilda, because no one "hits" him as hard as you do.]
no subject
160? [He doesn't even notice the word slip out of his mouth. If she's talking about Ingo now, does that mean that some random girl beat Emmet? But- That--
...Wait a minute, hasn't he seen her before...?]
no subject
[Nom nom bite of choco taco]
...Hey, you're the ice cream guy!
no subject
Ice cream guy?
[...Oh. Oh. That's why she looked familiar.] You're that girl from Castelia. [Who beat Emmet. Twice. And went on to defeat more than a hundred other trainers. No wonder why she was so cocky...]
no subject
[NOM NOM CHOCO TACO okay she's done, she pockets the wrapper.]
Name's Hilda!
no subject
...Wait. Hilda. Hilda?]
-You're the one Emmet told me about? [She's the one that took down some crazy organization with the help some dragon Pokémon...]
no subject
no subject
[Wait no that's not the point.] He said you're some hero and that you know Professor Juniper. [This is where this conversation is going. Not to Ingo and Emmet. That's for later. Maybe. Dads can wait.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
2/3
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)