F...Fine! [ By the time Red gets to the point of shouting back, Gold's already left the room, and his voice weakens the word next to his previous incensed emotions.
He kicks the ground, fists still balled up and his brow still pressed in, and he ends up muttering a grievance to himself before ending up down onto the floor. Stupid Gold. Stupid Luceti, stupid drafts - stupid everything!
It shouldn't even matter -- and it doesn't. But that doesn't mean Red isn't going to sulk there for a while, even with the company of his pokémon around him. ]
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He kicks the ground, fists still balled up and his brow still pressed in, and he ends up muttering a grievance to himself before ending up down onto the floor. Stupid Gold. Stupid Luceti, stupid drafts - stupid everything!
It shouldn't even matter -- and it doesn't. But that doesn't mean Red isn't going to sulk there for a while, even with the company of his pokémon around him. ]