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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[feistytrader]

I mean it, Gold. My vision's not getting worse. [It just got bad, that's all. Got bad and stayed bad.

...He thinks.

...He doesn't want to think about it- and he definitely doesn't want Gold to joke about it.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Yo. Bumping shoulders, dude.]

Chill, dude, I'm joking. Of course it ain't gonna get that bad. And even if it does, it ain't gonna be happening anytime soon. You'll be dead before then.

[But maybe he'll at least be able to see Silver in glasses, one day...]

[feistytrader]

...Yeah. There's no way it's gonna get that bad. [Right?]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Right. Gold leans a little against him - not enough to damage their scores, but enough to give him some reassuring contact.] Yeah, no way. You'll be fine. So don't worry about it, alright?

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[feistytrader]

[That's... That's really reassuring, actually. More reassuring than he's gonna admit out loud.

Even if something happens to him, he's not alone. Never alone. He's got his best friends with him.

His... His really dumb best friends.]

[feistytrader]

Zombie behind you. [He'll do his best not to worry about it. No need to make anyone worry about him for some dumb reason like what might not even happen in the future.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[It's sad, because Gold's first reaction is to actually turn around with his play gun. Totally falling for it.

And, you know, die in the game. His dramatics would get him an A in class, stumbling away and dropping against one of the other machines. Disturbing one of the locals in the process. Buzz off, dweeb--]

Tch! I got too into it. Avenge me, Silver!

[feistytrader]

[...Dweeb, huh. That's a new one.

But he puts all of his focus into the game! He will absolutely avenge Gold.

Maybe.

He's not very good at video games, but he's putting all his energy into it and doing his best.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[That's his boy.

Gold will cheer on him from the sidelines, much to the name caller's annoyance, and even if (when?) Silver loses he'll be hanging himself off his buddy.]

Not bad, not bad. Maybe I oughta take you out more often.

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[feistytrader]

[He did it look at him he got through the first level (even if the second level pounded the crap out of him screw you name calling dude that was awesome-]

Let's do it. We'll become zombie killing experts.

[feistytrader]

...But for now, we should probably head back so you can talk to Crys.

[uncouthhatcher]

[...

There goes his mood.]

Yeah, can we, you know, not? I ain't ready to face the music.

[feistytrader]

The longer you put it off, the tougher it's gonna be.

[He knows all about putting off things. He hasn't even told either of you about- uh. Anyway--!]

[uncouthhatcher]

[You should tell them, ass.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. [And Crys is probably overthinking it too anyway. He groans, leaning fully on Silver. It's just as comforting to him as it was to the other before.] Drag me back, Silver.

[feistytrader]

...Fine. [Why not? He turns around and crouches down. It's piggyback time.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[You're such a blessing, Silver. Such. A blessing. He is not gonna waste a moment no man let's do this.]

Thanks. You're great. Have I ever told you how great you are? Cause you're seriously awesome.

[feistytrader]

[You're just saying that because you're getting a free ride.]

It's worth repeating. You're pretty heavy.

[uncouthhatcher]

[Jerk. He's in no position to noogie Silver either.

But he is gonna blow in his ear. Take that!]

[feistytrader]

Blowing in my ear won't make you any lighter.

[uncouthhatcher]

You'd never say that to a girl, would ya?

[feistytrader]

Are you a girl?

[uncouthhatcher]

Be a hell of a lot nicer if I was. I'd be hot as a chick, you know? Curvy and smokin'. Everyone'd want my number. And you wouldn't say I was heavy like you're readin' off the weather.

[His mom's a looker, after all, and he ain't shabby himself. So he figures he'd be a pretty damn good looking girl. Silver, on the other hand...]

You'd be cute too, probably. Except you wouldn't have any tit to speak about. You're flat assed, so you'd be flat chested.

[feistytrader]

[...You are really lucky you're his best friend, Gold. That's the only reason why he isn't going to drop you.]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Absolutely pleased as a plum, Silver.]

But measurements don't matter to me. I'd still ask you out. [And he sounds proud of that? Sheesh.]

[feistytrader]

And you won't ask me out because I'm a guy?