cambox | look gold we all have our secrets some of us like to gamble some of us have wings

[So Silver's been back at home for maybe ten minutes- and after assuring that all of his Pokémon are safe and sound, he's doing something he rarely ever does.

He's calling Gold. Ring ring. Who could that possibly be? Has hell frozen over?]

[Yeah, seriously. One minute all your energy comes from holding hands with people and gaining awkward crushes on your best friends, paired with otherworldy eggs galore and riding bareback on some giant chicken thing, and the next you're laying flat on your back on the floor of the Daycare surrounded by Pokémon you haven't seen in like months.

And getting a ring from your awkward crush. Like he didn't get enough of Gold back in Saeng Seong? Sheesh. At least Silver's spared by Gold's groan before he answers.]

Missed my voice already?

[What's with that response? -You know what, he doesn't care.]

Where are you?

[Business, business. Sheesh.]

Lyin' flat on my back in the Daycare. Thought I'd take a nap since I'm so damn tired of endin' up on the ground. [Between Crys, the Pokémon sharing his bed, and Chobo's harsh lessons in where not to press his heels...]

Are you plannin' on comin' over or something?

[Does the fact that he's not answering his Pokégear answer that question, Gold? If it doesn't, it should.

It's okay, he'll be quick. It's not too long before he slips inside and starts to look for his bro.]

You didn't really take a nap, did you?

[Lameo. Why can't you just "See ya" or something, huh?

And yes.

He's still laying there, actually, not really wanting to move. There's some disturbance in the back rooms - Chobo exploring with Pibu and getting to know Sunbo and Polibo - but other than that, all of Gold's Pokémon are in attendance. Hi Silver.]

Not with that racket. I'm just too lazy to move 'cause it feels pretty nice down here. Wanna join me? [Patpat. Push Exbo out of the way. Patpat.]

[Nope. Nope, he is focused on communicating as little as possible about the weird things he's about to do.

Case in point: he's going to go ahead and lift Gold up into a seated position and try to look down the back of his hoodie and shirt. There's something he needs to know.]

Don't ask.

C'mon, stop that! I'll just take off my shirt if you wanna look at my hot bod that bad.

[But even if he's saying that, he's not moving. Ain't nothing but his allegedly fine back. No wings, nothing.

Except maybe a future spot for a tramp stamp.]

[Nothing, huh? He even pushes up Gold's hair to check his neck, but- nope. There's no barcode either.

...Fine then. You know, it might even be better that way.

Either way, he doesn't particularly feel like explaining himself, so he fixes Gold's hoodie and gets back on his feet with only one word-] Sorry.

[Weirder than usual, all starting from that call. He stands and brushes himself off, one hand on his hip as he studies Silver.]

What were you expectin' to find, huh?

Nothing too out of the ordinary. [It's a lie. It's not even a good lie. He's still hoping that Gold will drop it.]

[You were checking to see if something was on him, Silver.] Yeah, right. You can't be upfront with your best friend in the whole wide world?

Don't pull the best friend card. [It's only slightly easier to swallow than the bro card.]

You suck at lying, dude. Give it up or I'm gonna give you a noogie that'll bald you.

I thought you were gonna have Pidgey wings.

[It's funny because it's not actually a lie to dodge the topic--]

[He narrows his eyes and stares at Silver.

Then looks behind himself like he's actually gonna sprout some.]

I'd rather have like, Charizard or something. So I could fly. And look super cool. Pidgey wings are really lame. Give me some credit!

[You're safe, Silver. Maybe.]

You're definitely not cool enough for Charizard wings. [Bullet dodged.]

How about Gligar? I'm devilishly handsome enough for those, right?

[...Uh?] I guess so? [Gligar's a pretty cool Ground/Flying type...]

[Yay. He agreed! Gold's pretty much preening. Literally. You know, messing with his bangs. This is dumb.]

Dunno what I'd peg you as. [Though he'd peg Silver any day. Wait, no. Stop that. Don't have Thoughts while you're talking to him. In fact, just turn away and start heading for the back.] You wanna help me with some chores? I've got some Eggs to turn and then I'll be all yours for whatever the hell you came over here so fast for.

...Yeah. Sure. [Actually, yes. He'd really like to help Gold with that. That... That sounds pretty normal. When was the last time he's seen an egg?]

[Cool. Come on then, dude, just be careful stepping over everyone. They're tired out.

Though he habitually grabs Silver's hand and tugs him along, for the record. You just can't get rid of some things.]

You okay?

[Uh. Well. Okay? He'd follow without the hand holding, but- okay. Sure. Hand holding.]

Yeah. I'm fine.

So why did you get over here so fast? And call me in the first place. I mean, not that I mind or anything like that, but it's pretty weird.

It's been a while. [Yep. Make it sound like some weird spontaneous thing.]

home sweet home

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