[ Reading. Half of the words and all of the frustration goes flying over his head, because he's too busy stuck on what the guy is referencing at all (was he given a book? Was he supposed to read something?) until he catches the question.
Ah. Alright. Let him figure that out. His knees bend as his shoes scrape on the ground, and Red puts aside Green and Arcanine's presence while he leans himself up at an angle, small jagged pieces of dirt digging into the arm he's putting his weight on. He breathes, then gets up the rest of way -- sitting, at least, with his head hung to give himself a moment before he raises his chin.
Red stares at the area ahead of him, before finally acknowledging Arcanine and Green by a look in their directions, slowly going from one to the next, and then settling where his gaze was before. ]
...I'm fine. [ He speaks as slow as he moves, but there's a thoughtful look in his eye -- or he looks dumbfounded. There's something he recalls about this feeling, and he's mindful when he removes the support of one of his arms to go patting at his pocket, fingers bumping into folds of fabric to get out Charizard's ball that he nearly drops -- but no, it's fine. He's got it. ]
[ Green watches, because he's not the type to offer a hand, especially when the other hasn't asked. Arcanine looks obviously concerned though, warm, brown eyes staring intently at the boy in front of him as he struggles to get up.
But even now, there's no response from Green - just a single raised eyebrow that screams "really now?" in the most obnoxious, Green-like way imaginable. ]
You know, the sun's gonna set eventually. [ Ah yes, very helpful Green.
There's a distinct moment of hesitation before he moves to stand in front of Red however, holding out a hand for the other to take. If he can take it. ] C'mon.
[ Red doesn't ask for help because he doesn't expect it, and when it's offered this time in the form of a hand - he declines it with a shake of his head, the arm he stretches out to point out the pokéball in his hand instead. ]
I need warmth. [ Sure, there's a very warm pokémon nearby already out, but it's instinct to bring out Charizard. The light of the ball leaves and Charizard stands in place, and Red smiles at him, the fire type already walking closer when he says- ] Charizard... can you warm me? A ghost got me.
[ And that must be funny to him for a small huff of laughter that follows, Charizard coming in coming close. He kneels, picking up Red effortlessly in his arms and then placing him down again against his leg, and Red rests - not caring about the company with him, how it must look - with his head against the pokémon's chest as a fire curls nearer where Red can feel it. Without, you know. Burning. ]
They eat energy... right? [ That's for Green this time, Red's eyes going back onto him. ] When a gengar's got you... you need to get warm and rest.
[ And make sure a gengar still isn't stalking in the shadows. ] Do they do anything else?
[ Well, if Red ever complains at least Green can say he tried.
But ah - the entire exchange has him raising an eyebrow, surprised at the knowledge that Red possesses.
Sort of? A part of him resents the fact that he's still an idiot who wouldn't know self-preservation even if it hit him in the face. But the knowledge is there; both the condition he has and how to treat it correctly. Though by correctly, it's just the way that Green knows best too, being pokemon trainers and all --
He wonders, briefly, if the boy in front of him is also the champion of Kanto. He tries to consider something - anything - else, but for some reason, none of them feel very "Red" to him. He's not exactly a genius (would Red also jump into a herd of haisuna like that? ... Probably), but ...
Whatever. That's not what he's here for anyway, no point in thinking about useless things. ]
... No. That's it. But haisunas aren't gengars. [ He's staring at Red with a strange sort of expression before turning to Charizard himself - ] Once he warms up, get him to medical for check up.
Makes sure he gets something to eat. [ And with that he turns to leave because he's got better things to do than wait for a 12 year old kid to feel better or something. Baka. ]
[ Red doesn't notice any particular look on Green's face, his attention too drawn to how warm his pokémon is. It's been a long enough day that without that hiccup, dealing with a stampede, earthquakes, chasing after a creature as trees are toppling -- it would be nice to just fall asleep right there if he wasn't entirely aware of what a bad idea that might be. Probably not, but it's better safe than sorry.
Charizard acknowledges Green enough to look at him, but gives no other confirmation that he'll follow through with it, looking back down to his trainer, the boy tipping his head up at him in a silent exchange before Red's chin lowers again.
...He's taller, but he even looks like Green from behind, doesn't he. ]
Thanks-- [ Red's voice is loud and clear, and he allows a pause ] --Arcanine.
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Ah. Alright. Let him figure that out. His knees bend as his shoes scrape on the ground, and Red puts aside Green and Arcanine's presence while he leans himself up at an angle, small jagged pieces of dirt digging into the arm he's putting his weight on. He breathes, then gets up the rest of way -- sitting, at least, with his head hung to give himself a moment before he raises his chin.
Red stares at the area ahead of him, before finally acknowledging Arcanine and Green by a look in their directions, slowly going from one to the next, and then settling where his gaze was before. ]
...I'm fine. [ He speaks as slow as he moves, but there's a thoughtful look in his eye -- or he looks dumbfounded. There's something he recalls about this feeling, and he's mindful when he removes the support of one of his arms to go patting at his pocket, fingers bumping into folds of fabric to get out Charizard's ball that he nearly drops -- but no, it's fine. He's got it. ]
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But even now, there's no response from Green - just a single raised eyebrow that screams "really now?" in the most obnoxious, Green-like way imaginable. ]
You know, the sun's gonna set eventually. [ Ah yes, very helpful Green.
There's a distinct moment of hesitation before he moves to stand in front of Red however, holding out a hand for the other to take. If he can take it. ] C'mon.
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I need warmth. [ Sure, there's a very warm pokémon nearby already out, but it's instinct to bring out Charizard. The light of the ball leaves and Charizard stands in place, and Red smiles at him, the fire type already walking closer when he says- ] Charizard... can you warm me? A ghost got me.
[ And that must be funny to him for a small huff of laughter that follows, Charizard coming in coming close. He kneels, picking up Red effortlessly in his arms and then placing him down again against his leg, and Red rests - not caring about the company with him, how it must look - with his head against the pokémon's chest as a fire curls nearer where Red can feel it. Without, you know. Burning. ]
They eat energy... right? [ That's for Green this time, Red's eyes going back onto him. ] When a gengar's got you... you need to get warm and rest.
[ And make sure a gengar still isn't stalking in the shadows. ] Do they do anything else?
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But ah - the entire exchange has him raising an eyebrow, surprised at the knowledge that Red possesses.
Sort of? A part of him resents the fact that he's still an idiot who wouldn't know self-preservation even if it hit him in the face. But the knowledge is there; both the condition he has and how to treat it correctly. Though by correctly, it's just the way that Green knows best too, being pokemon trainers and all --
He wonders, briefly, if the boy in front of him is also the champion of Kanto. He tries to consider something - anything - else, but for some reason, none of them feel very "Red" to him. He's not exactly a genius (would Red also jump into a herd of haisuna like that? ... Probably), but ...
Whatever. That's not what he's here for anyway, no point in thinking about useless things. ]
... No. That's it. But haisunas aren't gengars. [ He's staring at Red with a strange sort of expression before turning to Charizard himself - ] Once he warms up, get him to medical for check up.
Makes sure he gets something to eat. [ And with that he turns to leave because he's got better things to do than wait for a 12 year old kid to feel better or something. Baka. ]
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Charizard acknowledges Green enough to look at him, but gives no other confirmation that he'll follow through with it, looking back down to his trainer, the boy tipping his head up at him in a silent exchange before Red's chin lowers again.
...He's taller, but he even looks like Green from behind, doesn't he. ]
Thanks-- [ Red's voice is loud and clear, and he allows a pause ] --Arcanine.