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Yeah. It's exactly who it is. [Trainer RED blog of RBGY games] [Affiliated with the OPEN RP group ECHOINGHEARTS] [I track the tag #champicn]

[sabredged-deactivated20141002]

          “Ah— would you like a riceball?”

[champicn]

   + The boy blinks a few times, looking up at the stranger. How oddly nice for a first encounter.                           "...Yes."   He finally replied, nodding his head lightly.

[firevour-deactivated20161112]

     ✜      ”… You alright?” A barely noticeable droplet of sweat rolled down Fire’s temple. What was the other trying to do? First pinching his arm and now hiding? This was not a complain. More of a slight concern invading him as the scenario became clearer: he could’ve sworn for a moment he thought on doing the exact same, but the brunet was too busy catching the minor differences between them to do anything at all.

    —    Trying to convince himself this was a coincidence wasn’t working much either. Maybe, he assumed next moment, he was utterly bored while waiting in here that he’s fallen asleep… Right, that might be it. So why not going ahead?

    —    Pikachu, on the other side, peeked from over his trainer’s shoulder, ears swaying back and forth. It was impressive how less of a complicated situation the pokémon was than his own trainer. He was still captive observing his similar, who was sitting exact six seats away from him. “So,” he began, “waiting for next train?”

[champicn]

     + Shaken up from his nap--which surely happened on accident--the young man blinked his eyes tiredly, looking at the stranger in an almost uncaring way. He had forgotten about everything that happened just moments ago, for he was seemingly calm and aloof of it now. Upon hearing the question in his head, his mind processed an answer rather sluggishly.       + Stretching out his arms a bit, Red's eyes landed on the pikachu briefly, before looking back at the individual and answering quietly. "Yes," he nodded, "I am. I...am heading to Johto for today..." Shifting a little in his seat, he sat upright, quirking up a brow. "And  yourself? If you...don't mind me asking..."

[champicn]

  +  "I...am here. I am also...very, very hungry..."               The joke is that this boy is always hungry.

[champicn]

Approaches with a flower crown. "Reddy! I made you something!"

     Currently fixated on a small bowl of assorted fruits, Red blinked a few times, turning his attention to the ever so bubbly female. “…Hmm?”  

[firevour-deactivated20161112]

     ✜      There’s a great gap between what he plans, what he expects to happen through the day, and what actually crosses his path regardless of advanced scheduling. Inside this immerse void, the reflection of who he is comes into view in how he reacts, how he deals with the current situation. His present sometimes becomes so confusing, and even so hard to figure out, he doesn’t know what he is supposed to say, do or think anymore, now that said reflection becomes in exact shape and figure what he is, or how he sees himself. With just a very small amount of differences that might let him understand life’s playing another of its tasteless pranks. But either he is invited to remain in his seat, or go ahead and find out what’s going on.

      —     “… Hello?”

[champicn]

    +  "...Hell...oh."  The boy replied slowly, eyebrows raising up. Wait--his reflection. It spoke first? Does that mean--          Oh.         Red froze in place, trying to process the current predicament that he walked  into on accident. Was there an explanation for this phenomena?  Perhaps this was a really, really messed up dream. He had to pinch himself to wake up, correct? Yes. Reaching a hand over to his other arm, he did so, jumping slightly as he closed his eyes. For a moment, he kept them that way, before peeking out of one of them to reassure himself.      He's still there. His reflection--it's still there.        Slowly, he took his cap off, covering a portion of his face as he continued his silence. What is even going on anymore???

[champicn]

+ firevour     "..."    This was odd. Very odd. So odd that for once, Red literally had a reason not to speak. A shocking spectacle in action; what else was there to say?     And so, he stared at the young man who stood before him, blinking his deep red eyes. What to say--what to do...?

[fashionandstufflikethat]

[champicn]

   + "I...really want ice-cream..."                                                                           Fool. You need it.