[ Oh, the rodent likes to be helpful - except no, it just likes being a cute little thing for Red. Green sets the balls on his lap, checking them out individually, thumbing over the centre lock to see if they were damaged. Two were, crap.

But he bites his lip, settling them down and glancing back over at Red when he sees him moving out of the corner of his eye. It's not the tie to think about it, but the thought comes anyway: how distant he's being, how timid and -- scared. Scared as he looks through his own bag. What was that about?

Sure, Red wasn't the most lively of people, and that was always a pain growing up with the guy, but even now?

Green picks back up the one undamaged ball in his hand, and lets out the pokémon from inside, coming together in the usual glow of light. ]

Machamp. [ The mystery of Red will have to wait. ] Get my bag, over there -- check the others too. Actually, stay with them, I'll tell you what to do. Alright?

[ The pokémon hesitates a second but obeys, turning to the ground where his comrades lay and looking to each one, but following the first command of obtaining the bag. ]