heleanor | 【ＲＰ】ＯｐｅｎＰｏｓｔ

[ 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. ]

[There's a moment of a freeze, when Green releases his Machamp. Red's finger's twitch inside his backpack, already calculating which pokémon he'd need to release from his belt if this was—if it was—but it isn't. None of his trainers ever had the fully evolved form, anyway. Criminals don't trade pokémon they could steal.

Blinking once, Red snaps out of his trance as quickly as it began and pulls out a bottle of Lemonade. Holding it up, he shakes it a bit so that Green will see. Red beckons Pikachu over to him and glances over at Machamp approaching Green's pokémon. Belatedly, it occurs to Red to hope that they aren't too badly hurt. Green would be more upset if his pokémon were in critical condition, wouldn't he...? Despite what the Professor had told them both at the plateau, even Red believes his rival must care about his own pokémon at least somewhat genuinely.]

[ The swishing sound makes Green's head turn, distracting him from Machamp who now has his bag in two hands and a couple of medical supplies in the others. Huh, what was that? A drink? ...Lemonade?

He shakes his head. ] I'm fine.

[ At least his mouth will be, and he's not too in the mood for something fizzy. He goes back to Machamp, and it's not so difficult to instruct him on how to help Arcanine, but it's -- awkward, or frustrating, when he should be the one doing it. But can't.

And Red in the room makes that more clear, but he's not going to let some stupid feeling stop him from getting his team checked out. ]

[Red scowls to hear a refusal, because that wasn't a request. He holds out the lemonade again, pointing insistently at a small sticker on the bottle indicating that it's medicated. You need to drink this, Green, especially if you want to get out of here on your own two feet. Your Machamp might be able to carry you but it'll probably have its hands full if your pokéballs are really broken like Red suspects, when he thinks about it after silently recalling Blastoise.]

[ Do you really think Green's going to squint and examine what's being pointed to? Red should be glad that he even bothers to look back -- ]

Huh? I said I'm fine.

[ -- so he can dismiss him and go back to Machamp. Sorry, loser, but now isn't the time for drinking when there's more important things to pay attention to.

Such as Arcanine beginning to stir, which thank arceus. ]

Alright, go and do the same for Alakazam. [ And as Machamp goes to do that, Green will be keeping his eye on Arcanine from where he sits. ]

[Red shakes his head, scowl deepening once he realizes Green's not paying attention. You always have to do this the hard way, don't you.]

... ... [Well, Red's not coming over to you. Gently, he'll reach down to poke Pikachu, directing the electric-type to scamper over to Green again. With a snap of Red's fingers, Pikachu will give Green a small, harmless electric shock, just enough to grab his attention.

If Green looks over at him, Red will continue to point at the Lemonade bottle in his hand. His expression is flat and impatient. Green can drink and direct Machamp at the same time, so hurry up!]

--ow!

[ Small and harmless it might be, it doesn't make Green appreciate it in the slightest. He shoots the little rodent an ugly glare, wiggling his poor elbow some before giving Red the exact same treatment. ]

Will you give it a break? I said I don't want it! Don't you think I have more important stuff to care about right now?

[ Jolteon's up on his feet too, appearing from the other side to growl at Pikachu. Go away. ]

Why're you even sitting there anyway, huh? Are you waiting for something? You want me to congratulate you?

[Red grits his teeth in annoyance. Of course Green would find a way to make this Red's fault. Even though Green's the one that's too weak and hurt right now, to care for his own pokémon properly even if he wanted to. Red's not staying here because he enjoys the company.

Red snaps his fingers. Another shock from Pikachu ensues, exactly the same voltage as before. Jolteon can do what it wants; neither Red nor Pikachu is worried about the threat from a pokémon in its condition. And if it understood they were trying to help its trainer, the other pokémon would likely be on their side, judging by its actions before.

...The Lemonade, Green. It's not going anywhere.]

[ Both Green and Jolteon grit their teeth, but now Jolten's shoving his way to stand in front of his trainer, unclenching his jaw to barking once at the pokémon.

And Green's having about as much of this as Jolteon is. The stupid pikachu, stupid Red-- ]

Why don't you take your drink and shove it! I don't want it! [ His pokémon is there, hurt, Red's just pratting around about some drink- ]

Just get lost already, will you? Geez, you're annoying!

[Red's eyes flash frustration, and hurt, and—and then Red's gaze suddenly softens, looking at Jolteon. The poor thing can barely stand, but it's still trying to protect Green. Making the pokémon upset isn't what Red wants.]

... ... [With a sigh, Red will gradually ease his posture and beckon to Jolteon, after letting Pikachu know to back off with a quick glance and a nod. Red will hold out the Lemonade again, to Jolteon specifically, this time ignoring Green. Red gives the pokémon an imploring look, asking it to come closer so he can show it what the drink is.]

[ Jolteon's wary of the invitation, and the pokémon isn't going to so easily move, especially not after his trainer's obvious irritation. He watches Red, but eventually turns his head in a sign of refusal. Like trainer like pokémon.

And Green, he isn't even looking in Red's direction, focusing back on Machamp and his work. Trying to anyway, but he feels tired, exhausted -- more so than he did before. Did he always feel this bad? Getting mad at Red probably didn't help. That guy sure knew how to be draining. Hmph.

He exhales deeply, hanging his head when and resting his eyes. Just briefly anyway, for a short moment, before grabbing for Arcanine's ball on his belt. At least these balls were fine... hopefully the other too in the damaged balls were okay as well.

Green points it towards the canine and a beam of light strikes out and covers over the entire body, absorbing it away inside the ball. There. He could get some rest. ]

[Red holds out the bottle a few more seconds, arm wavering, before he finally gives up and lowers it to the ground, defeated. He stares down at his own lap and bites his lip in frustration and helplessness. He has to blink back sudden tears. If he could just tell Green what the Lemonade was, why Red wants him to drink it, this might all be easier. But Red can't talk; even thinking of it now almost makes him sick.

Green never listened when Red talked, anyway. Nobody did. Even at Silph, when the workers hiding in the building just told him to shut up and go away whenever he tried to help them and he–

Pikachu, sensing something amiss, jumps over to Red where he's kneeling on the ground. Pikachu noses at its trainer's bare arm in concern. When Red doesn't respond, the electric-type makes a small buzzing sound and tries again. Red doesn't act like he's even heard.]

[ 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.

[Red doesn't even respond at first, staring in a blank stupor over at the cave wall opposite him. Pikachu's concerned buzzing gets louder, eventually accompanied by a growl and a mild electric shock much like the one Green got earlier. Red stirs.]

...?

[At last, the eerie blankness fades from his eyes and he blinks back to awareness. Pikachu seems upset...and Green...oh. Right.

Nearly half a minute late, the words Green said finally catch up to Red and he fumbles with the drink bottle in his hand before rolling it over in that direction. There's no guarantee Green'll drink it, even now, but what's the point of hesitating? Red wants to get out of here soon.]

[ Great, ignoring him now, he doesn't have all day Red-- oh, there we go. Not that Red gets away with dragging his heels further on moving without some complaint from Green ('Well?').

And then he rolls the bottle, finally. It doesn't come completely Green's way, but Jolteon helps with that, plodding away it and then nudging it over with his nose. Green puts a hand on it, letting out a heavy breath through his nose as he just -- stares at it, for a bit. There is a dryness in the back of his throat, funny enough, yet lemonade is still the last thing he wants. But he's not going to take a drink right then anyway. No, first... ]

What's wrong with you?

[ First there's that weirdo there with him. ]

[Red gives Green a hollow-eyed look, hand stilling from where he was rubbing the fur between Pikachu's ears. What's that supposed to mean, huh?

More importantly, what do you want? Drink your damn lemonade so they can both get out of here.]

Right, I'm talking to you. Hello? I know you have a voice.

[Red scowls, avoiding the unasked question he's not even sure he's really hearing. Instead, he points insistently at the Lemonade.

Drink it.]

[ Know who is a stubborn git too?? ]

Answer me first, then I will.

[Red tilts his head to the side, the same scowl still on his face. He tries to hide building anxiousness, his pulse beginning to quicken beneath his skin. Red's not exactly sure just what Green is asking him to do, but he doesn't feel capable of talking after that horrible ordeal catching Mewtwo.]

[ Know who else can sit there and scowl? Green. Except there's a tiredness underneath that look, and it's hard to keep it straight.

But he will, for a while. ]

[Red's tired, and hasn't slept well, so it's actually an effort to keep his eyes locked with Green and scowling for the duration. He finally breaks the stare, and yawns, once, into his hand. When he finishes, he points irritatedly at the Lemonade in Green's hand again. He can't really explain or ask Green to clarify what he wants, and frankly Red doesn't care what it is Green wants. Just please drink it so he can leave...]

[ That's about as much as Green can handle. Red's too infuriating to be dealing with in a staring contest, and he rolls his eyes as he looks away over to the Machamp who stands watching him. Just he and Jolteon were out now.

Which meant there was no reason for him to stick here, was there. ]

Fine. Whatever. You keep being Mister Oddball. [ He manages to wave the hand he holds the bottle in towards Red's direction, before speaking to Machamp. ] Machamp, help me up. Let's get out of this dump.

[ Jolteon stands up onto his feet, giving a low whine of concern to his trainer. Machamp isn't entirely sure himself of how to handle helping his trainer, but he complies, one hand holding onto the bag and his others extending out, Green dropping the bottle so he can hold up the hand freely for Machamp to take.

He has to grit his teeth, when being picked up onto his feet isn't as simple as it should be. But simple would be him not being hurt at all, and it's not balance that keeps him barely on his feet but the fact that Machamp's body is in the way. He hisses when his side is touched, Machamp making a low sound in response, to which Green says breathlessly- ] Don't worry about it.

[Red tenses when he sees Green begin to stand without taking the medicine first. Frozen, he stares up watching the other boy a few more moments only to start when Green drops the bottle loudly with callous indifference that's too calculated to be real. Green's willing to hurt himself, really hurt himself, just to spite Red.]

...! [When he hears Green hiss out in pain, Red opens his mouth and tries to tell him to stop it, to do what he says. But nothing comes out; he's too paralyzed to make a sound. He hates this. He hates Green. He hates all of them he hates how it never made a difference when he tries to help and Red doesn't even notice through his furious trembling that Pikachu is buzzing at him again, looking scared at the terrible blank expression on his face.]

[ He hesitates at the sound of Pikachu, but he doesn't try looking - not right away, not in the position he's in. It's probably because of Red anyway. Most definitely, more like. Annoying Red. Was he always like this? Or he was just peeved off about him for some reason and decided being annoying and irritating was just the right way to get him back.

But Green finally looks, once turned around (helped by Machamp), and he tries figuring out what that expression even is, but he can't. The fingers of his hand on Machamp's arm curl. ]

What are you doing? Stand up and let's get out of here. Get up!

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