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[And Gold's got time?

Don't answer that.]

Come on, dude, look at him. You're the first one he saw comin' out of the egg and trust me that means you're pretty much stuck. There's a reason I gotta offer the eggs to the trainers that own the Pokémon it came from.

[Okay, Dr. Seuss, don't have to name all the fish in the sea--] Oh, that makes sense... They're all pretty cute. Are we going to hang out with them?

[He's just going to end up talking in circles. He already does that with Lyra -- he doesn't have to put up with it from some stranger too.

Silver'll just turn away from Silver and pet his Typhlosion instead, since the big fire weasel's decided he wants to come out from napping in his ball to see what all the hubbub's about.

There is no hubbub, Typhlosion, don't you worry about a thing.]

[One karp two karp red karp yellow karp--]

If they want to. I'm not gonna stop them.

[A Typhlosion?

...An opportunity. Time for him to make himself disappear and sneak ahead before Silver turns back around. He might not have met his words with resistance if this guy didn't happen to have his face. It's strange, suspicious, and makes him want to keep moving forward.]

He saw you too, didn't he? [Great...] I'm not responsible if Gyarados mistakes him for some other Pidgey and eats him.

You worry too much. Togebo had that unique face, Pibu had that tuft of hair... And I guess this Pidgey's got those pretty eyes. [Not too noticeable at all.

Hmm.]

Oh, I got it! Let's get him a pair of goggles!

...How about a scarf? ...Or a little ribbon?

They'll get in the way when he's flyin'. Goggles are fool-proof and a chick magnet.

He's not even big enough to wear goggles.

We'll give him little goggles. Want some, little dude? Just like mine.

[Tap tap! The Pidgey seems interested in them.]

[Well, maybe the more time she spends with Silver the less she'll want to catch them. As long as one that's exceedingly strangely colored doesn't come around, she'll probably be okay! Probably.]

Okay. [Sooo. Cute woods you got here. Where's this cute spot.]

[They... make tiny goggles?... Well, in that case-]

Okay.

[Hell yeah Gold 2 Silver 0.]

Goldenrod's probably got someplace that'll do it too. The city's pretty convenient to live next to! Alright, so, you wanna meet his folks or do you wanna meet his folks? We'll keep our cookin' him a secret.

SUP NERD

i mean

let's do somethin

[It is a saturday morning.

There is only one person who's enough of an idiot to come into his office on a saturday morning without warning.]

Get out, Gold. It's not noon yet. [Sneaking into his office is one thing but interrupting his cartoons is just evil. His face remains glued to the TV.]

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[oh, please, like he's gonna listen to a nerd like silver. let him just leaaaan forward on this chair the hell you doin' in his house hero boy.]

And miss a good morning workout? No way. How's it goin' nerd? [also whatchu wearin. that ain't your usual red coat. nerd.] And what the hell're you doin' in my office, anyway? No heroes allowed. You know the deal.

[...Excuse you.] This is my office. This is my TV.

[And without looking at looking at Gold, he casually jabs his thumb in the direction of the door.] And that's the way out. Get to know it. [Or at least just like sit down and stop talking come on this is a really cool action part-]

[how about he just

you know

uses his distinctly red cuestick to turn off the television. pop! scoff.]

You're the one who's leavin'. You don't have a flat screen back home? And on top of bein' poor, you're delusional. Get outta here before I escort you myself, nerd.

[He's got this. He turns on the TV in his desk before Gold turns the TV off; he only misses about a second.

It sucks, but it's the most he can do.] You're pushing your luck.

[sooooo whatever.

it's his desk he'll just like, lay on it.]

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[Shove. Get off.]

What part of "I'm watching cartoons in my office" did you not understand?

[rolls off! and onto feet. he's smooth.

alright, he's done playing. whatever silver's doing here can't be any good - for them anyway - so it's time to take out the trash. even at ten and tiny he sounds kind of threatening, that casual kind of "get the hell out or else" that might be familiar to silver anyway.]

And I told you it's my office. Well, might as well be Crys's, but that ain't the point here. Last chance to get outta that chair.

[...It's a commercial. Silver finally stops to look up at Gold.

And he stares at him for a good while. What kind of joke is this? Red goggles? Red cuestick? He even shrunk.

Right.] You barge into my office, impersonate Gold, and try to make start making threats like you own the place?

...I guess you've got guts. I'll give you that. What do you want, half-pint?

[half-pint? like you're a full tub yourself--

... he does look bigger though, even sitting down. whatever.]

I ain't impersonating anyone, the name's Gold and I'm the owner of this room, this building, and the chair you're gettin' your hero stink on. Guess you're pretty stupid for a nerd. If anything, your disguise's a real piece of work.

[he snorts, and taps silver's mantle with this cuestick. look at that. it's so stupid, but so him. frickin nerd.]