Screw depression here's Silver again.

[silver_rival]

[Snoozing in the CMA... it's... Silver

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[battlestandby]

[Aaaaallmost passed by him completely, but that red hair, even just a little bit of it, stuck out from the corner of his eye. And he turned around. He's a little put off by the different appearance, but the pale face is a cause for concern!]

...

...

Silver.

[silver_rival]

[He remains 'asleep', knowing not to automatically respond to a 'stranger'.]

[battlestandby]

[He looks so sick, so Paul's determined to wake him up. He bends down and gently grabs his shoulders, trying to jolt him awake.]

Come on. Wake up.

[silver_rival]

[Still no response. But now he's registered that it's Paul, and it's more to fuck with Paul than anything that he stays 'asleep'.]

[dragons_healer]

[She's just walking along in this strange island she's becoming more and more convinced is some mass delusion.

And then she sees Silver. And then STARES.]

....Silver-san?

[Also looks like this sixteen year old yellow has seen a ghost.]

[silver_rival]

[As before, it's an 'unfamiliar' voice, so he choses not to respond, simply to 'sleep'.]

[dragons_healer]

[And she will keep STARING at you for a while. A very, very, very long while.]

....is he dead?

[And pokes.]

[silver_rival]

[He grunts in disapproval.]

What are you doing?

[squirtlethief]

[Ohai there. Blue's the teeniest bit suspicious, but this is Silver and it's a really bad time for Silvers of any kind of be out in the open, so.]

Oh, Silver~

[silver_rival]

[He prefers not to respond at first.]

[squirtlethief]

[Hmmmm. Brb tickling.]

[silver_rival]

[Yes well. He jolts a bit, then grabs at her hands to make her stop.]

[cozamalotl]

[OH HEY]

[...nudging with a foot]

[silver_rival]

[...Well. I can't very well hide who I am from Coza, can I? Yeah no I reek of the death I sucked out of Paul.]

...Coza.

slow tagging sry, have a Raine here :D

[cozamalotl]

Heya~

[Kneeling down to your height.]

How ya holdin' up?

S'fine, watching the Nostalgia critic to kill time.

[silver_rival]

Alright, I suppose. My team's pretty much prepared for the tournament, but who knows when that will be.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold happens to be strolling by, and almost completely passes Silver by, but then in the corner of his eye, he spies the gold on that hat. He whips around, thinking he might have finally found another one of him!

...But even in disguise, he'd recognize that red hair anywhere; it's Silver.

...Wait, Silver?]

[silver_rival]

[Yup, it's a Silver. Snoozing against a tree.]

[mischiefbreeder]

Heh... I've never seen him so peaceful.

[silver_rival]

[Laugh it up. Silver's not responding.]