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[He's been away from New Bark for too long.

But it wasn't all bad, and it wasn't like he got homesick any, though the sight of it's pretty nice. So are the people who call out for him and say hello, ask how he's been (oh you know, saving johto, nothing too big), and as long as Silver's not too wigged by all the familiarity it's good.

Home, though. Home is nicer. The moment he opens the door all kinds of Pokémon spill out to greet him -- from the common Weedle to the rarer Chansey, there's definitely a hogpodge of them here -- and it's... warm. It's very cozy and a well-lived, well-loved life, perfectly normal despite the fact that Gold's really stupid and a little off the goddamn wall.]

Hey, hey, nice to see you all too! C'mon, let us inside, we're tiiired.

[Probably. Aibo peeks from over Gold's shoulder and clambers over his family, chittering excitedly about everything they'd done since they left home and who the redheaded boy was. They're friends!!!

What a household, huh. Gold's mom doesn't seem too surprised or relieved to see him either, just asks how his adventure was and if his friend is staying for dinner, no big deal at all.]

It was fun, and yeah he is. [Whether Silver wanted to or not. Take your shoes off at the door, thanks buddy.] We're goin' up to my room!

[It's a little strange to walk around and not have all eyes on him and trying to cater to his every whim, but it's fine, he's fine, and then there are Pokémon. All the Pokémon are different, and he can think of at least three things that could be done to make them all more useful, but they're not here to be useful, are they. They're here to make it a home.

They could always be useful and a home, but whatever. He likes Beedrill better than this Weedle anyway.

He bows politely, thanks Gold's mom for letting him stay over, and leaves his boots at the door, letting Gold lead the way. He really shouldn't be in this city. Not after stealing from Professor Elm. But here he is anyway, and, well... It's not like he knows where his dad is, so it can't hurt to stay here.]

Okay.

[Lead the way, Gold.]

[Gold's dropping his team off before they go up, too, let them get acquainted with the rest of their new family (though Aibo helps with this, mostly, even explaining about Polibo's new appearance) but he doesn't seem to expect Silver to do the same, just heads right up the stairs after that momentary pause and throws open the door.

Look, he has a nice room and he knows it.]

Welcome to my pad! You wanna listen to something on the radio? I know every channel by heart, but nothin' beats DJ Mary's sweet voice.

[... Like this wasn't the town Silver stole a Pokémon from, like Gold hadn't chased him down halfway across Johto and ended up saving the region with him and Crys, like they're just two normal kids hanging out.]

[...Silver considers it, then pulls out his Pokégear.]

Do you want to be on the radio?

[Really?]

Of course I do! Who wouldn't?!

[Being able to host alongside DJ Mary -- that is the dream right there, folks, the dream.]

[Well, let him make a quick phonecall. If he recalls correctly, one of their better grunts should still be undercover at the Goldenrod Radio Tower- provided that they didn't get brainwashed by that guy- oh good, they're answering.

Hello?]

It's Silver. I've got a friend that wants to talk to DJ Mary.

[With all due respect sir, there's been a situation, and I really don't have time for-]

Thanks. I'm glad it wasn't too much trouble.

[Sir, please-]

He's really excited to hear from her. He doesn't want to hear about anything else.

[Fine, I'll do it, but I can't believe you're- of course I won't tell him anything about us! Put the bra- I mean, your friend on the Pokégear.]

Here you go, Gold.

[I don't get paid enough for this.]

[... Honestly, Gold has to think this is just a prank or something, and his face says as much at first.

Until he hears he's on the line with DJ Mary as a loyal fan from little New Bark Town, and then he just looks like he may have won the friendship lottery.

He doesn't know who Silver talked to or what he might've done to get this chance, but you know what, those curiosity-laden questions can come after he's had his five minutes with his musical goddess oh my god he's talking to DJ Mary this is the best thing in the whole wide world.

Shoo, shoo, go play pool with yourself or something. Read a magazine.]

[...Pool it is. It's weird setting it up and playing it with himself, but it's not like dad's around, and Gold's way too busy having a chat with his crush.

By the time Gold's done, he'll have cleared out half of the balls, and now he's working on the other half...]

[By the time Gold is reluctantly done, he's pretty much on cloud nine, all sighs and swoons, leaning against the pool table.]

How'd you do it?

I know a guy.

[In goes another ball, and he moves around to the other side of the table.]

There's no way you just know a guy. When the hell did you have time to make friends?

[Let him take a stick, he'll clean up the other half.]

They're my dad's friends.

[If Gold's grabbing a stick, he's pulling all the balls together and starting a fresh game.]

[Oh. Personal connections. Must be nice.

Let's play.]

Guess it was worth chasin' you down after all.

[He got to talk to DJ Mary!!!!!]

Just don't do it again.

[He's still a little sore about the whole thing. But once everything's set up, he backs up; he'll let Gold go first.]

No promises. It's not like you've got any reason to run off again.

[That he knows of. Let's see, a nice break, get them balls scattered and aim to peg stripes; they're his favorite.]

I didn't think you knew how to play pool, but that don't matter -- I'm taking you down anyway.

[Gold doesn't get a lot of friends up here that can. It's hard to be so practiced and good at it and not have anyone to one up.]

I play it with dad sometimes. He's way better at it than me, though.

[He says, and immediately knocks a striped ball into the hole.]

[You son of a--]

Stripes your favorite or something?

[Are you gonna sink some more or can he get a shot in, thanks.]

They were better set up. What's the point in having a favorite?

[Nope, he's sinking another. The third hit doesn't go in, though, so it's all Gold.]

[Thank goodness.]

Some people just have favorites. Ones that're lucky to them, and ones that just don't go in the damn hole no matter how well they're set up.

[Exhibit A, shown here. Gold crinkles his nose and waves his stick.]

They've got somethin' against me.

...They're just balls.

[Silver's hit doesn't go in either, so at least they both suck.]

You can hit them just fine in battle. Why not here?

I'm waaay more focused when I'm battling.

[His does sink this time, and he grins lightly as he goes for another and knocks two in as a straight shot; the next time's a dud and he clicks his tongue.]

Guess I'm just more relaxed when I'm playin' around like this. They're different. I get lucky.

...You should be as focused as you are when you battle. What's the point in doing something if you don't put in your all?

[He gets another ball in this time, and sets up another to be hit in later.]

Just to have fun. You ain't gotta be so serious all the time if you're around friends.

[You know he's gonna mess up that set up shot when he can, right.]

...It wouldn't be fun to battle you if you didn't take it seriously.

[You'd be even more of a joke than usual- I mean.]