Characters: Silver and YOU.
Location: the Lake
Time: Noon onwards.
Style: I'll follow you.
Status: OPEN.
Silver still hurt from last Friday and despite living with others, he'd kept out of sight - Ashamed of what he'd become Last week. Of his own cowardly, stupid, foolish actions while Cursed with the Rocket Hat.
He wasn't like that. Wasn't a coward.
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But that's how people learn, after all. They make mistakes and realize what they can do afterwards. Red, at the very least, wants to help Silver realize even just that.
Maybe his faith is indeed blind, but that never stopped him until now. He gently enters a distance that Silver can easily notice him, then just waits for a while longer.
"... Can I talk to you?"
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Even if his Haunter would just like to go back to sleeping thank you very much - actually, the sleepy pokemon's just going to settle down on the grass and yawn. Not that Silver notices or even cares right now. Intimidation plan: Foiled!
"What."
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And now he has found him.
A quiet breath.
...And he tries to catch his attention.]
Silver.
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Can't they just let him sulk/brood/mope in peace?
Clearly not as Vatheon seems to hate him.
He's hoping that Elevator get's done soon. He is SO taking a trip to the surface.. and leaving the bubble behind if he can.]
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Are you alright?
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When he actually found Silver by the lake, he hadn't actually been looking for the boy; but after a moment he decided not to let the opportunity to speak with him pass by. Thus he walked over toward the redhead and stood quietly looking down at him.
"Hello, Silver."
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"Hi." As much as he tried not to sound subdued, he was; after dealing with one to many busy-bodies the last few hours... He honestly was expecting at least a lecture of some sort by now.
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He may have not personally seen what Silver had done, he'd been busy dealing with Zack and the move and a sleeping Genesis, whom refused to wake up. But he'd heard about it from listening to others afterward, he kept his peace for now however. Besides, it looked as if the boy was beating himself up over what happened enough without having someone else berate him over it.
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The guilt was that he'd enjoyed being a Rocket. Though it was more like loathing than guilt. There was nothing powerful about a bunch of cowards, and the powerful figures he remembered from his childhood were lies. Fairytales. The guilt was the vague feeling of having let down a few people.
Which was ridiculous. "Really stupid shit."
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