(Untitled)

[savedover]

[In a quieter area of the CMA, there is a Silver. He's sitting underneath a tree, alternatively reading or scribbling in a battered notebook he has balanced on his knees. He looks tired and tense, with dark circles under his eyes and a stiff posture

Comments

[arrogantshorts]

[ He's in the general area but the outline of a trainer and his Pokémon in the area catch his attention; his footsteps lead him that way so he can get a closer look, just in case it's someone from his world- wouldn't that be a sight. He stops a few yards away and his eyebrows furrow.

Static? .. Takashi shakes his head. It's nothing, he's just been without sleep this week that's all.]

Silver, that you?

[savedover]

[Sorry, Takashi: you look and sound a lot like the one person he hates more than Red. He bristles at the intrusion; even Typhlosion stirs to look up and stare at him. The static around him pops and hisses as he glares.]

Go away.

[arrogantshorts]

[ Doesn't get any closer, just stands off to the side a bit confused. Look I know we hate each other but can't we put aside our differences for once just to say 'hi bro'? ]

But...

[savedover]

I don't care. Go away. [As he says this, his outline flickers and weaves; it's hard keeping it even remotely still when he's upset.]

[arrogantshorts]

[ Standing here. Dude come on, you're scaring us. ]

Silver.

[savedover]

[Good. Maybe it will make you leave :|]

What. [From his tone of voice, it's obvious that he's only entertaining this line of conversation in the hopes that eventually "Gold" will lose interest and go away.]

[arrogantshorts]

[ No, we'll get more worried and stay longer.:< ]

What's wrong? [ His attention span's amazing. Try it.]

[savedover]

[curses, foiled again /shakes fist]

There's nothing wrong. [This is maybe said a little defensively. But only a little.]

[arrogantshorts]

[ Bros before hoes? :c ]

Liar. [ And the retort is equally defensive- to an extent. ]

[savedover]

[you are not my bro :|]

... ... tch. [And that is the closest he will get to admitting that something is wrong. Change of tactics, with an annoyed background hiss of static.] It's none of your business.

[arrogantshorts]

[ This is true but wait you'd choose me over a ho? ]

Won't talk to me about anything else? [ Takashi's close to thinking he's losing it every time he sees some static and hearing it isn't helping either. ]

[savedover]

[We would choose neither. Hos are pretty annoying.]

Why would I want to talk to you? [Well then. How does creepy voice distortion make you feel, Takashi?]

[arrogantshorts]

[ You make us so sad. :< ]

For fun-- What was that? [ 'Kay, we know we definitely heard that.. that voice change. Master Palpatine? ]

[savedover]

[This chuckle, it is so bitter.] Fun? Talking to you? Don't be ridiculous.

[The best way to avoid questions that you do not wish to answer is by ignoring them completely!]

[arrogantshorts]

[ Ouch, we definitely felt that. He flinches almost and his eyebrows furrow together, frustration evident. ]

I'm not, geeze. You know, I actually care about you even if you do treat me like this. [ Even if you're er, not his Silver. ]

[savedover]

[What Takashi says seems to strike a chord in him -- although perhaps not the one he's looking for. He first looks angry; furious, even, as the static around him crackles and the flickering becomes more erratic. But just as he's about to launch into whatever hateful thing he wants to say next, he hesitates, a wary expression on his face. Finally, he just looks resigned and apathetic; the static and the flickering die down again, still present, but now barely noticeable again.]

... ... whatever. [...] If you want to talk, then talk. [Translation: As much as he'd like to, he won't try chasing Takashi off anymore.]