we interrupt your regularly scheduled derp to bring you...
[Now that he’s had about three weeks here on the island, Red’s learning to adapt. He’s spent most of his time exploring, along with making new friends and acquaintances, and for the most part he likes it here. It’s not a bad place to live - there are a lot of interesting people, and after spending three years by himself on Mt. Silver, Red’ll take all the human contact he can get. Even if not everyone here is nice, most of them are, and ever since Misty arrived he’s been practically over the moon.
But today is different. Red’s sitting alone at one of the tables of the Striaton café, not even touching the food on his plate, just staring dead straight ahead into nothing with an oddly blank look on his face. For someone a little less outgoing, this wouldn’t seem strange at all, but Red usually can’t go ten seconds without finding a new victim friend to pester. What gives?]