Hello, and Good Morning to YOU!

[nolongerarival]

[Here's a Paul. Here is a thirty-two year old Paul. Sipping his coffee at the dinner table, doing some reading. Just another new day without his son in the house, la de da de daaa~
Welp, it's that time. Better check the mail.
He opens the door to find...

This is NOT where he lives. This is NOT Veilstone. He turns around. But this IS his house.

Huh.

He's

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[battlestandby]

[wait a second was that-...

oh wait the door closed.

oh wait there he is. PURPLE HAIR WHAT.

oh there went the door again.

oh there he is again. Shit, that is him, isn't it.

Don't mind the Nidoran he's holding. That is female and also purple. His MUCH YOUNGER AGE should be the striking detail, probably.]

I DID NOT MEAN TO PRESS ENTER YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT

[nolongerarival]

[After the.. 'explanation' given by Ash, Paul has stopped freaking out. Well that not true but he wasn't freaking out as much as we was earlier, at least.
This is strange, but he hopes that it will all magically go away without anything too strange happening. Maybe he should go back to sleep.

Maybe. But first he's going to take one good long look at this crazy place outside his house and-

What?
No.
It's not-
WhoisthatWHOISTHAAAAAT?!

adflkjas; he did NOT see his younger self.
NO HE DIDN'T.]

[You'll find that Older Paul is giving you not so pleased look as his brain dies. Again.]

MY EMAIL SAYS OTHERWISE

[battlestandby]

[Paul is matching that look with this look.

Yeah. He does not approve of this. At all.

Now it's just a matter of who breaks the silence.]

LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU

[nolongerarival]

[Paul has a very very very very very strong urge to close the door. Because he's convinced the door is a magical portal.
Oh god WHY. This is so horrible.

He's just going to glare at you until you disappear. POOF. Vanish. Come oooon.

Crap. Crap crap.]

Kid.

[battlestandby]

Don't call me that.

[nolongerarival]

That's what you are.

[battlestandby]

Fine, old man.

[nolongerarival]

[Ohhh he should have expected that. Little shit. Is is HIM, of course.
Though, thinking of the mute Ash and the Ash he meant, was he really the same?]
Brat.

So, what the hell is this place?

[battlestandby]

It's bothersome to explain. Especially to someone like you.

[Oh, how he loves to be a total bitch to himself.]

This icon was made for you, I just didn't know it yet

[nolongerarival]

Feh! Someone like me? How self-loathing you are.

[Didn't you just call him (read:yourself) a little shit earlier? How hypocritical you are Older Paul.]

S-so fitting.

[battlestandby]

Says the one who just insulted his younger counterpart.

[The little one smells hypocrisy like a bloodhound, considering... he's a hypocrite all the time.]

Re: S-so fitting.

[nolongerarival]

Oh you heard that did you?
I have more experience than you so I'd say I'm fit to judge myself.

[He's a hypocrite too. What a COINCIDENCE. It's almost like we're related or something.
Waaaait-]

[battlestandby]

I'm not deaf, obviously.

I've heard that sorry excuse before. But I'll humor you for now. This island is some sort of sentient dimensional nexus. It's as asinine as it sounds, but given that there's two of us, you've no room to question it. And no, you can't leave.

Describing complicated actions, what is this? lol

[nolongerarival]

[He's getting there. Which is why he thought he'd be out of earshot. But he will NEVER EVER TELL YOU THAT. EV-ER]

No one knows your sorry faults and fears more than yourself, but I'm sure you think about them enough on your own.

[But enough of this wonderful teasing. He needed off this island and back home. Though his little self put up an irrefutable argument.
What was he going to do? Paul put his hand on his chin and leans slightly to the side as his eyes are closed, thinking.]

Hmmm...

[battlestandby]

[Truthfully, even without the relation, older Paul's mannerisms are very similar to little Paul's Brandon, and that alone is really bothering him. But he's doing his best to hold that in because the last thing he wants to do is say out loud (now that he's not forced to spill the truth every time he opens his mouth) that a grown-up him is coming off like that bastard.]

I've been here for a year and... five months. Just to give you an example.

[nolongerarival]

[Perception is all in your head, kid. You see what you need to see.]

What do you DO here? Sit around and wait until you go home? [That's boring. But at least he's gathered that the things aren't going to get messed up while he's gone.]