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

[feistytrader]

so wait if I was in Luceti and you were in Rekindle then who's driving the plane

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[uncouthhatcher]

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.]

[feistytrader]

[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.

[uncouthhatcher]

[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?

[feistytrader]

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.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[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?

[feistytrader]

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

[uncouthhatcher]

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

[feistytrader]

I thought you were gonna have Pidgey wings.

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

[uncouthhatcher]

[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.]

[feistytrader]

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

[uncouthhatcher]

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

[feistytrader]

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

[uncouthhatcher]

[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.

[feistytrader]

...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?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[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?

[feistytrader]

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

Yeah. I'm fine.

[uncouthhatcher]

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.

[feistytrader]

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

[uncouthhatcher]

You think so? Seems like just yesterday we were sleepin' in the same bed.

[... Even though at the time, he'd actually kicked Sivler out. And onto the couch. Because of his own dumb wet dreams and touchy feely hands.]

[feistytrader]

[...In the same...] Really? [Does he remember? Maybe?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Squeeze. Loosen. Clench. Rinse and repeat. He oughta apologize... It just sucks that these dumb feelings stayed even when he left.]

Yeah. I mean, I know it's been a while for you, cause I told you to sleep on the couch and all... But whatever, right?

[feistytrader]

...What are you talking about?

[...Or. Or maybe not?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[... Or not? What the hell.]

What do you mean, what am I talkin' about? Didja bump your head or something like that? We spent like, the last half year livin' together.

[And getting weird feelings for each other, even if only one of them is weird about it.]

[feistytrader]

...You're not remembering things right. [Just... Just half a year?...]

[uncouthhatcher]

Yeah? And what do you remember?