Sep 14, 2013
That red R... It stood out like... Well, red on white. Silver's black-gloved hands curled into a fist as he saw the rather useless Rocket grunt. He hated Team Rocket as much as the next guy, but this violet-haired bachelor had to be a form of entertainment for his father. Silver sighed, his hand instinctively grabbing for a Pokeball, an item he had stored away so he would no longer hurt his friends, "... A Rocket grunt and I've no bite. I never knew I could be this pathetic."
James felt someone breathing down his neck and paused on his walk to see who was following him. "Yes...? Is someone there?" he blinked then saw the red haired boy. "What are you doing here? No... Who are you? You seem... familiar in a way..."