[ 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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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. ]
loser
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.