The kid sat at the bar, grinning and acting all together like his shit didn’t stink. A drink was in his hand and a bottle nearby, while three women nearby offered him matronly glowers. At his feet, his Pokemon sat, chewing idly at marshmallow food while he drank and smirked and enjoyed his time.
And then the door to the bar swung open. The kid turned, gaze expectant, and leapt from his chair. He’d been waiting, they’d all been waiting. Things were safe, their world had been saved thanks to their efforts, and now all that was left for him to find his friend.
And here he was.
Gold threw himself at the man, knocking him to the floor. He reached out, snatching a hat from a tousled bunch of red hair and shoving it back onto his own head.
GOLD (written post week 4)
And then the door to the bar swung open. The kid turned, gaze expectant, and leapt from his chair. He’d been waiting, they’d all been waiting. Things were safe, their world had been saved thanks to their efforts, and now all that was left for him to find his friend.
And here he was.
Gold threw himself at the man, knocking him to the floor. He reached out, snatching a hat from a tousled bunch of red hair and shoving it back onto his own head.
“Took you long enough.”