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[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.]

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[w-wait what

WHAT

this warrants halting the intense training with his Weavile who's being assaulted by various super-effective attacks from his teammates - Stone Edge from Torterra, Fire Blast from Magmortar, Focus Blast from Ursaring... even Gyro Ball from his new little Ferroseed!]

[Man that looks brutal. Silver can stand the sight, but all the wild Sneasels take cover huddle behind him and his Weavile. No thank you. He wants none of that at all.]

Hi. [Does he always train like that?]

[Oh hey you noticed him! Time to regain composure and be a standoffish dick again.]

What do you want?

...Ice cream? [Is that how you reply to everyone that says hello?] What about you?

I meant, what do you want with me?

I didn't. [Should... Should he say something? Uh-]

Nice Ursaring.

[Great, Silver. Now he just thinks you're even weirder.]

... What's with the pack of Sneasel?

They wanted our company, so they followed us along.

[He's not questioning it okay he has a bunch of Sneasel in his general vicinity for who knows how long that's good in his book-]

You could've just said no.

I know.

[he scratches one of the Sneasels on their forehead gem. Scritch scritch.]

So you really wanted to put up with this.

I guess? I don't mind.

This island is full of nothing but freaks...

What was that? [Something about a freak? Oh, oh. Hilda had a word for guys like him.

Normies.]

None of your business.

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