[ Exactly as Green said: just like a geo(dude) truck.
Jolteon is at least more distracted by the well-being of his trainer than to get loud and ruffled on his behalf, and Green's more occupied by how everything sucks than to question the absolute offence that was inflicted on his person.
(But oh, if he was more aware.)
Red can have a minute or so to calm down, do whatever it is that he does before Green finally, finally starts becoming more aware of his surroundings. He sees first Jolteon's chin above him, waiting, feeling his presence first foremost and the small concerned sounds. It gets Green muttering, and he drags up an arm and flaps it until he gets his hand to land on Jolteon's back. The few next words he tries to string together come out incoherent and a mess even to him, and he quickly catches on that he needs to stop and think, and then say what he wants to say. You're okay boy, you should get his bag check on the others-
and then his mind clicks to where it would've eventually gone, that there hadn't just been them, and there isn't just them now. The question ('Red?') croaks and sounds loud imperfect for just a name, but Jolteon knows, and nods his head towards the direction the boy is. It takes a second, but Green rolls his head to face the other way, and there- Red's still there, isn't he? ]
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Jolteon is at least more distracted by the well-being of his trainer than to get loud and ruffled on his behalf, and Green's more occupied by how everything sucks than to question the absolute offence that was inflicted on his person.
(But oh, if he was more aware.)
Red can have a minute or so to calm down, do whatever it is that he does before Green finally, finally starts becoming more aware of his surroundings. He sees first Jolteon's chin above him, waiting, feeling his presence first foremost and the small concerned sounds. It gets Green muttering, and he drags up an arm and flaps it until he gets his hand to land on Jolteon's back. The few next words he tries to string together come out incoherent and a mess even to him, and he quickly catches on that he needs to stop and think, and then say what he wants to say. You're okay boy, you should get his bag check on the others-
and then his mind clicks to where it would've eventually gone, that there hadn't just been them, and there isn't just them now. The question ('Red?') croaks and sounds loud imperfect for just a name, but Jolteon knows, and nods his head towards the direction the boy is. It takes a second, but Green rolls his head to face the other way, and there- Red's still there, isn't he? ]