pokedressing | (no subject)

(no subject)

[Instead of wandering around and exploring the farthest reaches of the island, Silver... is wandering more out in the open. Accompanying him is his Weavile!

And some Sneasels.

...No, not just some Sneasels.

Many Sneasels. Dozens of them (and a few other Weavile!) Some of them are even hitching a ride on his shoulders or head.

Despite the abundant company, he looks casual and approachable enough. ...Or, you know. You could ask about the Sneasels. Maybe one will follow you home!

Maybe.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Maybe. Maybe not.]

I'm glad that you guys are around, you know. It's something familiar. [He also seems more than a little distracted. Better make up your mind, pseudo!dad.]

I had to go out for supplies. [And by supplies he means food and more cigarettes.] And what's your secret in getting these?

[Huh what now-

Oh. Hi. Hi dad.]

They wanted to tag along for a while. [...] You're not gonna pick up more cigarettes, are you?

[Who's this guy

is he a friend?

can we go say hi?]

[Just because he went out shopping doesn't mean his pockets aren't totally full with new packs also don't look through his jacket right now thanks son.]

Can't get away with anything anymore, can I?

Don't you have bad lungs or something?

Me? Nonsense. I'll live to a hundred.

You almost didn't make it past...

[...Uh.] How old are you?

[Manners much?]

Forty-five.

[...No wonder why Gold calls him his old man.]

[What? Between establishing his, er, business and jumping between headquarters and counting money and counting more money on top of that and creating an entire scheme to fool the League...]

[No, no, it's just... Weird to know. Yeah.]

Good luck getting to a hundred.

What, no faith in me?

A hundred years is a long time. [What's he supposed to think?]

It seems reasonable to me.

What are you gonna do for the rest of those hundred years?

[Be a trainer? Hide in a secret base for the rest of your life?]

I'm working on that.

You should try making up for what you've done to people. [That's a lifelong task, isn't it?]

[Whatever does he mean...] There's no point in that. I can't make up for everything. [Especially for Silver.]

So you're not even gonna try to make up for anything.

I don't think he'd let me try.

You sound like a coward.

If you really care about making amends, get yourself together first.

A shave and a haircut won't do the trick. [he says as he pulls out a cigarette pack]

Good. You understand that.

So make yourself a better person.

You have a lot of hope for an old man like me.

Of course I do. It might be stupid, but I still think you're someone to be proud of.