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"Are you trying something without someone teaching you basics first?”

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"Are you trying something without someone teaching you basics first?”


“Lil’ bro? What in the name of Arceus are you doing?”
“That would be fine.”
Silver certainly didn’t have any issue with someone referring to him as a family member. Especially not this person in particular.
“As long as you’re okay with having a little brother with weird alien blood.”

“I don’t mind at all what your blood is, Silv. Have you seen the world I live in? Pokemon around every corner and I get sat on by Marshmallow once a week. D’you really think I’d mind.”
And with that, Rebecca hugged him warmly and happily.
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“What?”
“Would it…”

Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to keep the nervousness from bubbling to the surface.
“Would it be alright if I called you my little brother?”
“Silv? Could I ask you something?”

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"It makes me feel confident. My friend Axle taught me about it.”
“It also makes you drunk and flammable in a world full of fire and lava. Now I’m not denying that he didn’t have good intentions but alcohol can be set on fire.”

“He probably didn’t mention the hangover everyone gets afterwards, did he? Well surprise, after you pass out drunk, you either puke your guts out or wake up or a horrible headache. Sometimes both if your luck is like that.”

“What is this I hear about underage drinking? Silv, you know better than that! Alcohol highly flammable!”
“I don’t really have any other choice, do I? I don’t have a choice but to accept all of this… because it won’t make a difference how I feel. Nothing will change.”

“Silv… I… I won’t lie t’ya. I don’t see any other possibility. Y’don’t have to like it though.”
“I know it’s the best you can do, but it still wouldn’t be the same. A conscious mind cannot be replaced.”

“Then there’s honestly nothin’ I can say that’d really help, Silv.”
Rebecca gently pulled Silver into a side hug, giving his forehead an affectionate kiss.
“Can we enjoy and cherish the time we’ve got together? We can worry about what’ll happen when I’m an old lady when I’m actually an old lady. Then I can yell at youngins t’get off my lawn and the like.”
“It wouldn’t be the same…”

“It’s the best I can do, Silv. I think Zeke would like you, honestly. What he rules over is ‘Ideals’.”
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