#>asks.

[silentchamp]

HEY RED CHECK THIS OUT:

She got a hat like yours!

Oh, it's...

Red stares in awe for a moment, mouth cocked open into a pebble-size 'o' shape as honey brown eyes grow larger, larger.

Then his smile grows too, like a swift pecha tree, grin extending ear-to-ear.

He'd hold out his hands, as if to kindly ask for the little pichu, utterly enthralled despite his silence.

[silentchamp]

Knocking at his door with incessant stubbornness.

Fingers shift and fumble with the first lock of his apartment's front door, hands clambering to get themselves onto Green, to feel his touch again; his warmth, his smell, his voice.

It would finally permit visitors.

The brunette nearly tears off the door as the knob turns, Red slamming it open, out of breath, like he'd been fighting for his life to finally vacate his home.

In truth, that might've very well been the case.

Red is speechless, looking Green up and down with only intense inhales, and he smiles despite the exhaustion warping his body. Red looks thin, pale. He wears pajamas, one big hoodie and his favorite pikachu-printed lounge pants, hair splayed every which way. Behind him sits a dark apartment, void of light.

[silentchamp]

[ 📲 • sms ⇢ ❤️‍🩹 ] i wish you had spoken to me before you left. / misty angst time!

Hooh boy.

TXT: [ Before i left? ]

TXT: [ We spoke before i left your gym, earlier. ]

He isn't...entirely aware, it seems.

[silentchamp]

Who do YOU think should be the leader of your fanclub, Red? Either of them or someone else?

[ I don't think I should have a fan club period. ]

[silentchamp]

hey Red do you wanna slow dance to vocaloid music with me

At least he's made his way out of the bottle pile.

[silentchamp]

"So, looks like you're still holding up."

The Iron Valiant seems to scan the champion up and down while Giovanni's voice emanates from the Porygon.

"How are you feeling?"

He'd been silently lulled into a brief sense of security, finally able to be on his lonesome outside, that evening.

The sky--a consistent, almost sickly purple paraded over what would've been a gorgeous starry scenery. The Fog is so thick, you have to look at a clock to realize what time it is.

The hiker would stifle a cough, swift hand reaching for his inhaler within his hind pocket, lungs in-taking a particularly poor breath of foggy air.

He can't feel it, the Iron Pokemon's presence--it skitters in the background, and Red is none the wiser; until it speaks.

A shocked glance rears it's way in Iron Valiant's direction, head doing a near spin as Red gasps.

There it was, in the distance.

He would approach the figure slowly, not saying a word--but that voice.

Was it?

It couldn't be...

[silentchamp]

Altra approaches with something for Red, well something for Red and all of his Pokémon! It's a little basket full of foraged berries. From Pecha to Cherri, Oran, Mago and a few Sitrus berries! And of course his Zigzagoon, Desmond, looking quite proud of himself.

"Here! Our last foraging trip went super well and we wanted to share some with you and your partners!"

It isn't expected, the warm gift that Altra presents him with. The pokeballs on his belt rustle in anticipation, and Red himself would grin at the generosity.

He knows he has to take out a notepad to write with, scrawling out a quick message onto the paper.

'That's too kind of you. You're making sure to keep enough for your own pokemon, right?'

Red would reach down to pat Desmond on the head, before plucking an oran berry from the basket and handing it to the zigzagoon.