holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“Uh… Cupcake. I think that’s a cute nickname. The two different colors kinda remind me of cupcakes, and cupcakes are really good. I’m glad you’ll look after them. You would be better suited for it than I would. I don’t know much about this world other than what you’ve told me.”

“Silv, that’s an absolutely adorable nickname. And cupcakes can be made with blue frosting with a chocolate bottom.”

“Before you drop it off, I suggest allowing it to remember your scent for when you next visit. That way, it’ll know to run up to you.

I’d be more than happy to tell you all about this world any time you’d like me to.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“I think it might be easier if you keep him. Or her. Whichever of those. But maybe I can come and visit sometimes, like at night when I’m not off searching. I never search at night. It’s too uh… dangerous. That’s why.”

“That might be a good idea, actually. More often than not, night time is when things get more vicious, no matter the world. I honestly don’t blame ya, even I don’t go outside at night here.

And I’d be more than happy to look after the little one. D’ya wanna give it a nickname so you know it’s yours? I can have it checked out at the Pokemon Center to make sure it’s healthy later.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“Oh. That’s a lot to figure out. I don’t know if I can handle raising a… that thing. I don’t know if I’d have enough time to give it the right attention.”

“Unless you give it a nickname, please call it a Riolu.”

“I can handle the specialized food. Simply treat it how you would a person and it’ll give you the same respect in return. You may not be able to understand it at first but given time, you’ll be able to understand it perfectly.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

retiredforeignmaster replied to your post:*gives you a Riolu and it’s pokeball*

“That’d be a Pokemon, Silv. Like Triton but another species.”

“Oh. Well I guess that explains it.”

“Mhm. Unlike Triton, who’s a pure Water type Pokemon, Riolu are Fighting type.”

“The ball you were given is called a Pokeball. It gives you a choice of whether you want to make the Riolu portable or not and it keeps other people from stealing it outright.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“I do forgive you, and at the same time I apologize for not listening. It’s just… fruit doesn’t make me feel as good as cookies do, and I was really stressed out. I know those are better for me, but…” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I really am.

But I do forgive you. I would forgive you for anything. That’s what friends do.”

With those words, a weight on her heart lifted. She hadn’t expected his apology though.

"I…”

Without another word, Rebecca fell to her knees and hugged her best friend tightly.

“Thank you for forgiving me… Thank you so much… I forgive you too…”

“S… Silver? Could we talk for a moment…? I have something I want to say and I want to say it before I lose my chance.”

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“I don’t care anymore… I just wanna be left alone.”

“Fine. But think long and thoroughly about your decision. If you do not come up with an alternate solution, I will leave you to your self-destructive path for the rest of eternity.”

The former champion bowed deeply and respectfully, standing up straight before turning around towards her home. Her trembling hands were behind her back and fully visible now. One was rather painfully squeezing the other to restrain her sadness.

holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“Mmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yeah. I guess you know better now.”

"So did you decide you never want berries or those lovely strawberries again? Because that’s the vibe I’m getting from you right now. No more Pechas? No more Orans?

Is that honestly what you want? To yack left and right from food poisoning? To never be able to run from an enemy if your powers are depleted?

Because that is the path you have chosen for yourself.”