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

...That sounds like hanging out. [There were movies there? Huh-]

Was it on Valentine's Day?

Yeah. That's why it was a date. And 'cause I called it one. When I asked you out. Some dumb rose gave me like, the stupidest amount of courage and I asked Crys out too - but like steady out, and it was in public basically where everyone could see, and so after I had my date and stuff I talked to her and we had a spat and I couldn't talk to her for like a month [BREAAAATHE.] but that was all settled when I brought her thank you chocolates on White Day.

[You took a month to...

...

Definitely wasn't a place like Luceti. It sounds a little bit like Luceti's experiments, but... It sounds like a pretty nice place otherwise. There's no way Gold could get the chance to drag something out for a month like that in Luceti.

Maybe.

Right?

...Maybe during Valentine's Day. Not much happens around Valentine's Day.

...This is pretty strange.]

[Gold glances back at the still being preened over Silver, shrugging.]

But I guess none of that really matters now and all. Especially since you ain't got the faintest clue about it.

[A blessing and a curse.]

Can you get me some of the berries from the basket over there? There's an egg that's gonna hatch sometime today and the baby's gonna be starving. And check the eggs over there too. Turn 'em a quarter clockwise.

...Yeah. Doesn't matter anymore.

[Those words are heavy and thick, and he doesn't want to deal with them. He's more than happy to be sent off to go turn eggs and grab some berries.]

[... Sorry Silver.]

So what happened with you? Got anything to do with checkin' me for Pidgey wings?

It's a long story. [One that he's not sure he wants to pour out right away, but... What's fair is fair, right?]

So give me a short version. Bullet point it.

For starters, we were living together for three or four years, not six months.

[Might as well give an idea of just how long he was there, right? Right.]

[Gold whistles, keeping an eye on the crackling egg.]

Sounds like a dream. But you don't look like you're any older than me. Weirdo time things? Gimme those berries.

Weirdo time things. [He'll absolutely hand over those berries.] You can be in that place long enough to live out your lifetime over and over, but if you go home, you come back to the exact moment you left off.

So you've been through a ton of shit, but nothing's changed here. It feels like forever since I was here too.

[Even if it was just six months, he missed his responsibilities. It's worth seeing a new life cracking open the shell of its egg. Hi there, Scyther. You're much smaller than your parents for now. Have a berry - yeah go ahead and slice it up, just like that. Good boy.

Chobo's immediately interested too, coming over to peer at the Scyther. It looks tasty.]

That's an understatement. [To put it lightly.

But he's right. There's something nice about being around Pokémon again. About being somewhere familiar where he knows he belongs again.

...At the same time, there are so many people he's never going to get the chance to see again...]

[Chobo's proof of that. Gold keeps her beak shut, shaking his head at her.]

You were small too once, girlie, and there were plenty of people wantin' a chance at your chicken legs. [Excuse you?] It's a Scyther. Not something you wanna try for anyway, since it's got those mean lookin' blades.

[Oh, she sees. Yeah, not worth it. Nice to meet you though.]

Chobo's around three or so months old now, by the way. What was your place called?

[Just three months old, huh. Did Gold hatch her?]

The world doesn't have a name. The world's also incredibly dangerous, so these guys called the Malnosso put us in a barrier so we don't have to deal with war all the time.

[It wasn't exactly as nice as physical contact land.]

[What, can't you see the resemblance?]

That's pretty nice of them! Though it sounds like a place I'd die of boredom at. You got anything fun to do there? Any good movies?

Missions, drafts, experimentation. Sometimes the rogues kidnap and mess with you.

[This wasn't a nice place.]

[It's weird to think that Silver's been through that kind of shit, when at the same time he did all kinds of stuff with him in Saeng Seong.]

And all that for like, five years. Man. That seriously sucks. [All the words he has to offer, 'cause he's half curious about the experiments and those rogues, but dunno if wanna breach that.] ... Why did they mess with you and all?

The rogues? No clue. The experiments done regularly were to try and get us back home. The longer you're in the world, the harder it is to leave.

[Once the world grabs you, it never really lets you go.]

So what, you were lucky or something like that?

More or less.

And the me you spent like, five years with, is there still.

Maybe, maybe not. I got sent back and forth a couple times and forgot about everything at home. I'm not sure why I remember everything right now.

[So it's possible that he just... forgot. ...Stopped existing...? ...He doesn't want to think about this.]

Then that guy and Crys're probably staying together now. At least they ain't gonna be alone.

[But Chobo won't see her parents again, or her siblings for that matter. Gold lets the Scyther finish eating before he starts to clean up the eggshell, petting the chocobo softly.]

Guess it's just you and me then, Chobo. You're my proof. I'm sure everyone's alright. [To Silver:] At yours, too. I mean, you guys've been dealing with stuff for so long, it's probably just any other Tuesday to you.

[...Sure is nice turning these eggs, huh. Yeah. Real nice...]

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

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