[ He puts away another pokémon, and with it - or at least, the passing time - the heavy silence becomes more evident over his shoulders.
Or that's the heaviness of staying sat up with his tired body, but still it nags at his head, along with those last words that he spoke to Red. Why should he feel bad about them, anyway? He meant them, Red was still being annoying. What was with the quiet act?
Green takes a glimpse towards Red's direction despite his better judgment, and -- great. Just like a kicked growlithe. ]
...Fine. Throw the thing already - and stop moping. You'll make yourself cry.
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Or that's the heaviness of staying sat up with his tired body, but still it nags at his head, along with those last words that he spoke to Red. Why should he feel bad about them, anyway? He meant them, Red was still being annoying. What was with the quiet act?
Green takes a glimpse towards Red's direction despite his better judgment, and -- great. Just like a kicked growlithe. ]
...Fine. Throw the thing already - and stop moping. You'll make yourself cry.