Paint my Colors [closed]

[refugenesis]

Characters: Zeke and Green
Date/Time: August 3, Afternoon
Location: Viridian City
Warnings: None yet
Summary/Notes: Green finds a stray

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[numberonerival]

Green stepped outside the back door of the Gym with a yawn and a long, luxurious stretch. Sometimes, he just needed a break-a bite to eat, a few minutes of sunshine, and a chance to play with Eevee. The Pokémon was currently running in circles around his feet as he started to walk towards the center of town, enjoying the breezy weather.

After a while, Eevee stopped, cocking her head. Green noticed. "Eevee?" he asked.

His Pokémon led him to the backyard of an old man he vaguely knew, one who loved coffee and liked sleeping in...in the middle of the road. "What, is the old man in trouble?" he muttered to Eevee, but she shook her head. She stopped by the fence, looking up.

Green peeked over and saw...why, if it wasn't that little runt from a few weeks ago. He hadn't cleared out? That was interesting. Green frowned.

"You know what you're doing right now is illegal, right?" he said loudly, trying to startle the kid.

[refugenesis]

Zeke had been minding his own business, thank you very much, laying against the opposite side of the fence that enclosed the yard and stretched out with his head on his arms.

And then Green shouted at him, rousing him abruptly so that he almost knocked his head against one of the crossbeams of the fence- quite a feat though Zeke had tried to escape without even knowing the threat.

Wide-eyed, he looked up at the face over the fence and recognized the hair and eyes; abruptly, his surprise morphed into annoyance, and he snorted.

[numberonerival]

Green chuckled when Zeke jumped, a slightly unpleasant smile hovering around the corners of his mouth. When Zeke looked up at him and snorted, he raised an eyebrow. "That's all you've got to say for yourself?" he said. His mouth was still smiling slightly, but his eyes were narrowed.

"Kid, I have no idea how you've managed to stay out of trouble for this long, but the whole acting-like-an-animal thing? Probably not helping."

[refugenesis]

Pft. He could do whatever he wanted. And besides, it hadn't hurt much. He had half a mind to see if he could scare Green off by tossing Scyther or Luxray at him, but thought against it, very aware that a Machamp probably wasn't the only pokémon the guy had.

Zeke's brow unwrinkled as he rolled his eyes, content with ignoring the comment and laying right back down.

[refugenesis]

Zeke's eyes widened immediately, then abruptly narrowed, wanting to defy Green solely because he could. However, he knew that if he did, the outcome would be exactly as Green predicted; no food would be had. And Zeke liked the thought of food.

He cocked an eyebrow and hunched further, glaring. He may as well set a condition for his own purposes. "Pokémon, too. And shoes."

/stirs up trouble

[numberonerival]

Green blinked at Zeke's words; that was practically a speech. He took a moment to try and decipher what Zeke meant, but once he realized, his posture relaxed. "Yeah," he muttered. "In for a nickel, in for a dime, right?" He scanned Zeke again, and a bit of his old humor slipped into his expression. "No reason to fix you up and then mess you up again with shitty clothing," he said with a lopsided grin.

He reached out a hand. "Anyway. Gimme your Pokémon."

[refugenesis]

Zeke immediately bristled. What did Green want with his pokémon that they needed to be handed over? Hm. Maybe he could hand them over... but not in their pokéballs.

Carefully, he took all six from his pocket and raised them a little, as though he'd give them to Green, but dropped them before Green could get his hands on them. All at once, the pokémon materialized in the small bathroom and made it a little more crowded.

But he just had this bathroom renovated ;_;

[numberonerival]

Green reached out to take the Poké Balls-but his eyes widened as Zeke dropped them. He immediately backed out of the bathroom, partially out of caution, partially to give them all more room. "The fuck?" he shouted over the noise; Eevee leapt in front of him, curious and wary, as he glared over the crowd at Zeke. "If you want to pick a fight, we can take it outside," he growled.

Eevee put her head down, stretching her front legs before her as she sniffed upwards at the Breloom. Her tail waved slightly; she didn't want to fight, but...