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[lostmillennium]

[A little bit away from Silver is a book that's been tossed aside, and in his hand are a needle, some thread... And his gloves. They've been torn up from being worn every passing moment save being in the shower- torn up enough that it would be so much more practical for them to be replaced, but he can't just replace them

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[fortuitousdude]

[Something's familiar about you. Will he ask if you're that Silver playing the piano at this moment? Nope. He'll just stare and try to figure it out this way. He has a total gut feeling about it, though... Vulpix is barking, she recognizes you.]

[fortuitousdude]

[Sitting down next to you.] Gee, I wish you some kind of luck with this then.

[Oh but you can, Red. ]

[lostmillennium]

[...Oh] ... ...Thanks, I guess.

[fortuitousdude]

[Head pat! Look for something nice in the future, Silver. He also still head pats his Silver to this day.]

[lostmillennium]

[asndjgkasd- huh]

[fortuitousdude]

[lostmillennium]

[H-Halfhearted handswat] Don't.

[fortuitousdude]

[He laughs under his breath.]