1 [video] killed the radio star

[uncouthhatcher]

[Sure, he's walking through the city today with Chobo, but he's also twirling a rose behind his back. For some reason, he just can't put it down. Though maybe he'd just give it to someone. Like Crys. Or Silver. Or something. Someone. Hell, even Chobo could eat it.

Not being a fan of chocolates or real sweet things in general, he's chocolate free.

Just.

A little more courageous than usual, maybe, though you can't tell it right off. Courageous enough to maybe, you know, ask someone out. Steady out. Out out. Dating. Life partners. Daycare couple.

Maybe.

Anyway, the important thing is that he's got something to propose and someone to propose to and it's gonna be faaaaantastic and food filled. Pokégear, let's shine the spotlight! Man, it's still weird to use it like this!]

Hope everyone's lovey dovey day was cool, since for sad singles like myself it's just a cruel reminder of reality. [~Dramatic~] Anyway, since that's outta the way, I've got a plan.

[He pauses, idly twirling the flower hidden from view, and grins as he pushes Chobo away from his back with his free hand.]

A cook off. We got any aspirin' chefs or something like that? I figure that with so many kinds of people from all round the galaxy or whatever there's a ton of different flavors, so it'd be fun! For everyone! Especially me, 'cause I'm gonna be judgin' it!

[Hell yeah. Free food. Free, delicious food. Mmmm. Yes. Just what one needs after a single's Valentine's Day where you got pity chocolate from your best friends.]

Any takers?

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[uncouthhatcher]

[It's okay, Gold's got that covered. Even if it's not written on his face. But he's gonna focus on this cause it ain't a matter of crush or not crush (definitely not crushes!!) it's a matter of Silver can't kiss the poor soulless ginger.

Though it might be a little awkward to do it with Weavile around-- No. It's just lessons. It's cool.]

... Close your eyes. And don't open 'em til I tell you to.

[feistytrader]

[Close... his eyes?

...He won't question it. He shuts his eyes at Gold's request.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[He actually did it.

Well, that's no surprise, since they trust each other 110% and all, but. Gold's not sure. Okay, okay, be cool, do what they do in the movies and grab his face with both your hands and kiss him.



That isn't awkward at all.]

[feistytrader]

[This isn't awkward. Nope.

Okay no this is super awkward, but he'll try to act cool with it and. Kiss back. Yeah, this is what he's supposed to do, right?

Maybe?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[He's actually trying oh no Gold isn't sure whether he wants to continue sliding down this slippery slope or withdraw in embarrassment about how much he doesn't care how bad this make out session is, it's fucking great and he's enjoying it.

Guess which he chooses.

(It's the first. Enjoy your less progressively awkwarding kissing as he gets into it, complete with like the trying decision of if he wants to hold hands or use them to hug Silver around the waist.)]

[feistytrader]

[Silver tries to go along with it. He really does. He puts up a good effort for a while.

But then he takes Gold's face with both hands and pulls it away from his. Too much. This is too much.

He can't even look at Gold; his face is beet red. Was Gold enjoying that? Was Gold enjoying that because it was him?]

[uncouthhatcher]

You look stupid with a blush. But kinda cute.

[Sorry, his mind to mouth filter has never been up to date, but it's just a wreck now. He's grinning really stupidly because he's really happy and his heart's beating really fast because he might, might like Silver a lot and it'll sink in about how he likes another of his best friends and after what'll happen with Crys, it'll just get less desirable.

But yes. It's because he did it with Silver that he enjoyed it so much.]

[feistytrader]

[His. His heart is going kinda crazy. He really needs to take it easy. It was just a kiss, right? "Just". Just a kiss.

And now Gold's making fun of him, and he has no line of defense against it. Yeah. Cute. Okay.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[...

That. Probably wasn't the best idea he's had in a while. Like askin' Crys out the way he did. Judging from her reaction. Silver's even looking away from him.

Gold sticks his hands into his pockets and turns back the way they were going, feeling his stomach drop. It's probably nothing bad or anything, but he feels dumb and he does not like feeling dumb.]

... You ain't a bad student. So you better not ask for repeat lessons or anything like that, 'cause I'm not offerin'. Let's go get high scores.

[feistytrader]

[High score. Right.

Silver at least takes Gold's hand on the way to the arcade. Gold's not in trouble. He just needs a little bit, that's all.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[That's comforting. Seriously, it is. He just feels a little awkward. Even if he tried joking it off. But if Silver's okay with holding his hand, then it's probably not all bad. Probably.

So.

High scores.

What games do you wanna hit up first.]

[feistytrader]

[At least a good amount of the awkwardness and blushing has subsided once they finally reach the games. That's a plus.]

You're the game expert. Where should we start?

[uncouthhatcher]

[Yeah, a plus. There's still that gnawing regret.]

There's shooters, dance games, button mashing fighting games, pinball machines, retros... They're all pretty good. I like pinballs and shooters best though. Wanna give the second a shot?

[Maybe shooting some of the living dead will sooth his self-deprecation.]

[feistytrader]

[...Gold receives a tap on the shoulder for his efforts. Hey. Hey. Hey.]

What's wrong?

[uncouthhatcher]

Nothing. [Obviously. Tug tug.] We just can't stay out like, real long, 'cause I still gotta talk to Crys and all. So it sucks. That's all.

[So what's eating him, right.]

[feistytrader]

Yeah, but you're not telling me what's wrong. [That's a flimsy excuse and you know it, Gold.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[It's dumb, he wants to say. Nothing to be seriously worried over. Probably. He doesn't really want to talk about it even though he wants to at the same time because it's Silver.]

Win against me in at least one game and I'll spill. Alright?

[feistytrader]

Deal. [Now he has to put in his best effort to kick Gold's butt.] Go pick a game, then.

[uncouthhatcher]

[What's the least likely for him to win...

How about the basketball shooting game? You know, ten goals and you win. They'll start at the same time.]

[feistytrader]

[Shoot it in the hoop, huh.

No problem. He misses the first one, but the second one makes it in just fine. Easy.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[First done, second done, third missed. Third missed again. And again. And once more, with angry feelings. Hit yourself with the goddamn ball, Gold, right in the face. Don't even aim for the stupid hoop.

Ow.]

[feistytrader]

You gonna tell me yet?

[Second done. Third done. Fourth missed, fourth done. Fifth, and sixth...]

[uncouthhatcher]

This is a kiddy game anyway. Let's get something a little more adult.

[Which is why he's abandoning it before Silver can formally win and heading over for the shooter games instead.]

[feistytrader]

[Nope. Silver doesn't just stop Gold- he leaps over to tackle him down.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[And pinned.

This is not helping one bit, not one at all. Christ.]

What's your deal? Get offa me.