Pairing: Paul (anime), Silver (game), and Conway (anime)
“Get over here now and bring a tarp.” Silver looked up from the snoozing Sneasel on his lap to the source of the noise; the grumpier of the two boys standing under a pink apricot tree. The boy beside him adjusted his glasses, answering Silver’s question before he voiced it.
“You see, dearest Silvy,” he started, his glasses shimmering in the light, “we need you and I to hold the tarp while Paul shakes the tree. That way, We can collect all apricorns without any getting broken on the ground! Isn’t it just genius?”
“.. You know that we make Pokéballs out of those, right?”
“Of course! Pink apricorns make Love Balls! Not ideal, but still a nice souvenir at least!”
“So you know how resilient Pokéballs are, right?”
Conway’s face suddenly dropped, realization dawning on him. He sighed in defeat, looking at Paul. Or at least, where the other boy used to be. Suddenly, an apricorn collided with Conway’s arm from above. Silver and Conway looked up, Silver stifling laughter at Paul having scaled the tree in the time it took Conway to explain his master plan.
“Get the tarp anyways, Silver. We can have a picnic.” Paul yawned, looking away from the other trainers. The mafia prince snorted, petting his Sneasel before laying down in the grass. Paul chucked an apricorn at him.
“At least I’m making an effort to be romantic!” He huffed. Conway smiled genuinely, cleaning his glasses on his shirt.
“I’ll grab the tarp if you keep pelting Silver with soon-to-be-Love Balls.”