ALL BY MYSELF.

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Silver, you're so precious!!! *hands you a cookie*

        “Flattery will get you nowhere. What’s with the praise, huh?”

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          “...Maybe I should get a haircut, or try styling my hair differently.” 

There’s a huff as he tries to slick some of those red locks back, only for that prominent spike of his to poke back up.

         “Then again, maybe that’s not a such good idea...”

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Viridian City.

When was the last time he was here? He must have only been half as high as he stands now, a mere child still clinging to the sleeves of his Father. Only vaguely does he recall sticking close at his Giovanni’s heels through the city streets, never allowed to stray too far or play with the other children...

Even now -- with total free reign on where he can go and how he should spend his time -- does Silver stay along the very same regimented path to the city Gym that he’d travelled as a child... As if by somehow straying too far he’d hear his father’s call from behind, or the panicked shouts of whomever was unfortunate enough to be his caretaker for the day.

It’s almost ridiculous how much of a hold upon him his old life still has, although he’d continually deny it until he ran short of breath whenever asked.

Still, he’s not here for sentimental reasons or for some goofy trip down memory lane. This particular youth is here to check on the state of the local Gym -- to ensure that it had fallen into the hands of someone worthy enough to hold the title of the Viridian Gym Leader... Someone completely unlike his fool of a father, he’d hope.

Unfortunately for him, his journey seems to be entirely in vain for the time being, for he finds the Gym doors shut tight. Hardly an unusual thing for it’s previous occupant -- and a troubling sign for the young man so eager to get inside. There’s a short, impatient huff as Silver readjusts his bag and turns on the spot to get a good look at his surroundings, unsure what to do with himself in the time being.

Who knows just how long he might be stuck here?

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Starter call!!

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“You had leek soup? You made that yourself?”

That was a pleasant surprise. Athena actually wasn’t expecting that answer from him. Teenage boys were supposed to subsist on junk food and still manage to stay enviously thin. 

“’Some poor kid.’ You say that as if I picked you at random. And no! Your father didn’t put me up to this. I’m a grown woman who makes my own decisions on how to take care of my son, thank you very much! He knows he doesn’t have to tell me to do anything when it comes to you, or at least he should know by now.” 

Athena always tried to be good about attending to Silver on her own. It was all second nature to her after all this time and the reason why she had no problems acting as if he was her son. All The Boss had to do was ask her for an update, or give her a specific request every once in a while.

She quickly changed the subject away from Giovanni, knowing that it was something Silver didn’t like to talk about.

“I’m so proud of you, baby! Cooking already! More young men need to be self-sufficient like that. Do you still have some leftovers? I’m a pretty good cook myself, you know~ I could taste it and give you a few pointers. Or I could even teach you how to cook something new. Surely there’s something you want to make but aren’t sure how.”

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         “Of course I made it all by myself! I’m not an idiot;           I know how to read a cookbook, and there’s stuff           on TV and the Radio all the time!”

Good grief, how patronising. The last thing he wants to do is invite this woman back solely to be judged on his cooking skill, but...

--Admittedly, there are a few things he’s not confident with. There’s a slight noise of discontentment as he ponders his next move. He’d rather not have Rocket trash following him back home, but surely Athena of all people is harmless. It’s not as if she’d be calling Archer or Proton around to harass him...

          “I have a little bit left over, though it’s none of your           business whether it tastes any good or not... So!!!           So stay out!”

Please, please help that boy cook his meat. He’s terrified of poisoning himself with it.

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She couldn’t help but to laugh at his embarrassment. That was the stuff that kept her going. Those little moments when he couldn’t hold up his tough guy act. 

“I’m sorry, Silver, I couldn’t help myself! You set that up so nicely for me.”

She wasn’t sorry, and she also wasn’t going to take no for an answer. As Silver tried to push the bag back at her she simply maneuvered it so his arm pushed through the shoulder strap. Another perfect set up!

“You’re not carrying it for me. I told you that these are for you. As your mother,” there she goes again, “I have to make sure my little boy is eating right. There’s no way a teenage son like you is eating healthy on his own.”

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         “Oh for the love of--!! I had leek soup just last night!           If that isn’t healthy, what is!?”

Fuck, this is totally backfiring in the worst way possible! The poor boy looks entirely humiliated, trying his best to look casual with his matching hair and shopping bag... But instead he looks downright sulky and ashamed, head sunk low. 

Thank goodness none of his friends are around to witness this, or he might just die from the sheer horror of it all!

         “What kind of sick revenge is this, huh? Do you get           your kicks from doing this to some poor kid, or did           Dad put you up to this!?”

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He hardly understood a word that was said–not because of the words but because the concept was unheard of for the Rocket Boss.  “I only wish you knew how much I ache that you aren’t in my life anymore.” It was his fault after all. “I even keep your room clean incase you ever return home.” That probably mattered little to Silver but Giovanni felt it was important enough to stress it. 

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         “...So, what? You think I’m just going to skip home            with you and play happy families because you did            some cleaning up?”

The boy has to admit that the news has surprised him, to say the very least. Even if he doesn’t quite show it, he appreciates the thought behind the gesture... And the difficulty it must take a prideful man like Giovanni to speak of such things.

His determination to deny his Father some care and consideration wobbles ever so slightly. He’d told himself that he was done pining over Giovanni’s absence, but now..? It’s taking every ounce of his strength not to cave in and go on some long spiel about how much his battling has improved -- or of the many accomplishments he’s made -- just to earn some glimmer of pride or approval from the other.

         “...Well. Thanks, I guess. It’s nice to know you didn’t           convert it into a poker room or something.”

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“I think you need me more than you think, Silver,” sand the Father as he sat in a chair to show some submission. “Sometimes it’s nice to catch up a little. Don’t you think?” Giovanni had realized long ago that his son didn’t need him anymore, but sometimes he wondered if it was actually himself who needed his son.

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         “Ha! You keep telling yourself that, old man!           I’ve achieved more in my travels than you           probably have in your entire lifetime! What           can I possibly need you for!?”

He’s... Just as stubborn as ever, unsurprisingly. Whatever shred of decency he’s learned in his time away seems to have vanished in Giovanni’s presence, replaced instead by indignant anger.

However-- Silver does relent eventually, despite his initial harshness. A guilty conscience and a newfound sense of mercy are two of his recent ‘achievements’, and as much as he doesn’t want to hang around for long... He does pity his Father somewhat. Even scum deserve a second chance.

         “...You've got my attention for five minutes.           Try your best not to waste it.”

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“Now, that’s no way to talk to your mother, young man.”

Silver left himself wide open with that one. If he thought people were going to mistake them for relatives well then Athena was going to play along! That was a great idea, she was so glad he thought of it.

“If I didn’t care about you do you think I’d put up with all of the verbal abuse you’ve thrown at me since we first met?”

Athena walked alongside Silver, a grocery shopping bag slung over each of her shoulders. She shrugged one off and held it out to him.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and help me carry the groceries? I even bought your favorites today.”

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         “Oh my God, stop that.”

For a young man trying to break out into the wide world and earn his own independence, this is nothing short of horrific. Not even the promise of his favorite fruits can convince him to carry those godforsaken bags, face turning a deep shade of red whilst he desperately attempts to push the shopping bag back Athena’s way.

         “You’re literally being, like, so embarrassing           right now. I’m not carrying jack shit for you!           I get that you’re cripplingly old and all, but I’ve           got stuff to do and places to go!”

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@capogiovanni liked for a starter!!

The glare set upon the elder is nothing short of scathing, brows narrowed in spite of his initial surprise. It seems the boy isn’t in the mood for any sort of cheerful reunion today.

         “You’re a little late for my birthday, Dad... Or           did you finally crawl out of the woodwork for           some other reason? Pfeh! Either way, I’m not           interested in whatever it is you have to say. Go           back to whatever hole you came from and leave           me alone. I was doing just fine all by myself.”

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         “Ugh, will you Rocket freaks just go away? If I kick up           a fuss over you stalking me like this, people will just           assume you’re my Mother and hardly bat an eyelid.           It’s embarrassing to think that people might relate me           to trash like you.”

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I miss roleplaying this little trash loser like woah, so... Like for a starter!!?

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clxiryovant:

“…Ah.” Morty could honestly say he didn’t see that coming. “I see. The Giovanni. As in the leader of Team Rocket. Well, er…I have to admit that complicates things slightly, but it shouldn’t be impossible to find him. Why don’t you come with me back to my home…I have some things there that should help…”

“Being his relative complicates everything; I’m used to it by now.” The boy manages a snort at the mention of Team Rocket. Yes, Giovanni is their leader -- so much so that half the time he was too busy fulfilling that role to remember that he had a son to care for.

“G’head, take me. I made sure I had plenty of time to spare before coming here.”

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“Oh, don’t worry about me. It’s nothing. See, I was just pondering...” 

There’s a solemn air about the boy as he shifts, kicking at the ground uncomfortably -- but it’s gone in a near-instant, a cheeky smirk spreading across his features as he straightens up, comparing their heights.

“...How awful it must be to be so shrimpy! Geez, not even a pair of stilts could salvage your unfortunate height!”

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“...You!”

Fierce eyes remain trained upon the other, gaze unwavering as he stops in his path. He’s seen this face before, and Silver knows it only too well. 

 Whilst they haven’t met in person, he’s certain that this is the one. This is the boy from years ago -- the one that had so easily crushed Giovanni and his Team in all of their might, as though the act of bringing them down were but a small inconvenience along his adventures. 

He’d made a point to memorize his face well, perhaps at first in a furious wish to later seek revenge... But he realized very quickly that his anger was directed at the wrong people, and now it is more a sense of respect that he holds for this particular trainer.

Slowly, Silver drops his bag in a heap beside his feet. It’s obvious that he’s unsure of what to do -- after all, he’d never once expected to actually meet Red. Sure, he’d imagined it multiple times... The things he’d say, what sort of action he might take, but it all escapes him in this one moment, and he’s left in the sort of awe one finds themselves in when discovering that a legend or myth holds some kind of truth.

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( So I had some family shit going on and I moved into a new house by my uni just this last week, but I’m around now! 

Like this post for a bratty redhead to come at you, idk? )

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clxiryovant:

“Your dad, hm?” Morty responded thoughtfully. That was certainly better than the people who asked him to find out where they last left their car keys. “Well, therein lies the desperation. But I do believe I should be able to help you find him. It’s…usually better to know as much as I can about who I’m trying to locate, but I can work with very little. If you’ll pardon the question, do you know who your father is?”

“Sure, I know who he is.” A fucking deadbeat moron, that’s who. 

Oh, the boy can’t wait to get his hands on him again and just... Ugh!

“His name’s Giovanni; he used to run the Viridian Gym in Kanto, but he ran away when shit didn’t go his way. I thought I didn’t want him around, but it turns out I’ve still got a bone or two to pick with him.”