[ He's not as much of a statue as before, still in the same spot but fidgeting from indecisive actions and thoughts. But those last words help to prompt him, Red shaking his head. ]
No-- you don't need to be. I don't need it. [ How would anyone but his mom be his mom anyway? He won't ask that, though he does slowly try to move himself out of the hug. ]
You're really great and you take care of me and my pokémon a lot, but you're my friend. And that's how I like you the most.
[ He fiddles with a wrist, rubbing a hand around it. ] I don't why I said it, I just... I dunno.
[ And he looks to the sandy surface of the ground, holding the wrist still. ]
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No-- you don't need to be. I don't need it. [ How would anyone but his mom be his mom anyway? He won't ask that, though he does slowly try to move himself out of the hug. ]
You're really great and you take care of me and my pokémon a lot, but you're my friend. And that's how I like you the most.
[ He fiddles with a wrist, rubbing a hand around it. ] I don't why I said it, I just... I dunno.
[ And he looks to the sandy surface of the ground, holding the wrist still. ]
She's got long black hair too? [ UHHH. ]