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]

[...

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.

[feistytrader]

No. [He folds his legs; Gold makes a pretty good chair.] Not until you quit dodging the topic and tell me what's wrong. I can't read your mind. I don't feel like trying.

[uncouthhatcher]

[Groaaaan. He tucks his arms under his head to soften his new resting place and tries to ignore his queasy stomach. He knows Silver won't let up. His best friends are the worst about this. Because he is too.]

Did you, you know, mind kissin' me? I know I got kind of heavy with it and all, so. I ain't too sensitive a guy, but I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything like that. So.

[feistytrader]

[Oh god, it is about the kissing. He wasn't good enough. He messed up-

No, no. It's not that. Gold's asking about his feelings about it.]

...I didn't mind, but I didn't not mind. [...] It was a little too much at once, but it was still nice.

[He has literally never kissed someone before okay, he didn't realize how personal and embarrassing and emotionally invested kissing could really be-]

[uncouthhatcher]

[...

It was nice...

Now he feels worse. Or better. Butterfree mating season up in his body, dude. It's like, a light feeling. But also weird. Gold's used to it being around Crys, which is why it's weird that it's around Silver too. He loves this kind of feeling!

... Just not when it's for someone he didn't think about.]

Alright. Good to know. Can you get off now?

[feistytrader]

Are you gonna keep looking upset if I let you go?

[uncouthhatcher]

I wasn't looking upset.

[feistytrader]

It was written all over your face. [But if Gold's not gonna answer, he's gonna keep using him as a lounge. Nice and comfy...]

[uncouthhatcher]

Looks like I gotta take some lessons from you instead, huh. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

[Might as well be truthful. It's okay, his grins are genuine. Promise. He'll relax too.]

Just a little sick feeling.