[It's just that there's a certain inevitability to it. Silver's been corralled so often into other shenanigans that, when he's tired, sometimes he doesn't have the energy to argue against it.
Instead of poking around the shelves (because seriously, where are you going to find something to make a splint with there?) Silver turns his attentions to some old desks. He misses Ethan's very mature gesture, but his Croconaw doesn't. She's gonna stare at you judgmentally from across the room, buster!
Eventually, Silver finds what he's looking for: an old-fashioned yard stick. He walks over to Ethan, idly hitting it in the palm of his hand.]
Hold out your arm. I need an accurate measurement before I break this.
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Instead of poking around the shelves (because seriously, where are you going to find something to make a splint with there?) Silver turns his attentions to some old desks. He misses Ethan's very mature gesture, but his Croconaw doesn't. She's gonna stare at you judgmentally from across the room, buster!
Eventually, Silver finds what he's looking for: an old-fashioned yard stick. He walks over to Ethan, idly hitting it in the palm of his hand.]
Hold out your arm. I need an accurate measurement before I break this.