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[gottacatch]

Do you?! [ He's had the conversation already about the rescue, been shown to use a weapon that feels wrong and awkward in his hands; there's little things bugging him about the details he doesn't want to question right now, but Green's prodding and his attitude is rubbing him a hundred different ways, and all wrong. ] And stop calling me kid! What's with you? I'm Red!

[ And he asks right after: ] You're Green, aren't you? Green Oak?

[ Because he's answered to Green, but now Red doesn't know what to think. Would even Green mess around if he knew what was going on? No -- he wouldn't do that. But, it looks like him... it looks too much like him, even if... ]

[rivalis]

Of course I do. Do I look like you? [ He bites back - there's no displeasure in his words, because he's gone past that point ages ago. It's either them or his pokemon, when it ultimately boils down to it. He can't have the latter suffer, so -- he's swallowing whatever morals he has so he can do this. It's not easy, but --

The name has him raise an eyebrow. There are the impostors, then there is this kid. Green really shouldn't believe him, really, there's no way Red has enough common sense to dye his hair brown or leave his pikachu behind anywhere, but ... well, not just anyone can say someone else's name with that kind of confidence.

Is this that weird doppleganger thing that Peter was talking about, because if his home's affected by this mess to, he's going to -- ] So what if I am?

[ He crosses his arms, watching Red with careful eyes. ] Alright, "Red", how old are you?

[gottacatch]

What? [ It's question after question of disbelief, the same annoying dumb answer over his name and the same confused reaction on his end in return. The frustration gets worse, and he's too baffled to just turn away from the whole conversation. Not at first without staring hard at Green in an unbelieving manner. He shouldn't put up with this at all--

No. He should give this a little more of a chance, even if it's beyond crazy. How can he say he doesn't know him? ]

I'm twelve like you, like Green Oak. We grew up together. We're from the same town. Green Oak would know who I am.

[ He can't believe what he's saying, and it's riling him up all the more for it than Red could have guessed, his face becoming crosser and his shoulders tenser. Suddenly, he doesn't care to do this at all, to know what this deal is. He won't give Green - or this guy - the time to speak-- ] And you know what, I know Green too. Green can be a jerk, but he wouldn't do this, not at a time like this. He wouldn't just pretend to forget me or Charizard!

[ And then he turns to Charizard, the pokémon looking back at him when he does and acknowledging the tip of his head and taking steps backward to get ready to leave. Red faces Green again, eyebrows dipped low. ] You can do what you what. We're getting ready for the rescue.

[ Hope you love to see Red go, jerk, because this one is turning around with his Charizard to walk away. ]