It’s A Hard Knock Life { Pearl & Red }

fireredrules:

   Getting to Snowpoint City was probably one of the longest flights Red and his Charizard had ever done. Not only was Sinnoh a few regions apart from Kanto but that particular city was the furthest out. Still, it was worth it. The snow was always worth it. Having visited mostly tropical places lately, this was just the thing he needed to brush off all that unwanted heat.

   They seemed to be making it, the city was in visible range now, though there was a fair bit of fog in the way. It was so close. All he wanted to do was sit in the snow. Or maybe sleep in it. From what he saw on the map, there wasn’t much else to do there. It only had a Gym and the usual Mart and Center. Of course, Red wasn’t complaining, that also meant less people.

   … Lately whenever he thought things like that, they always went the opposite. This was no exception. While lowering in altitude for landing, another trainer flies through the thick white air too fast for either of them to react and results in a very ungraceful crash. Heads collide and Char roars in anger, dipping away to land not too far from the other pair.

   Red had fallen back from the contact and was laying on the large lizard in a rather askew manner, his expression riddled with disbelief and almost looked a bit self-pitying. Boy, did his head ache. The brunet begins to slip off his pokemon but Char lowers himself to keep him balanced, all the while glaring daggers at the others. Smoke puffs from his mouth and nose, significantly darker than the steam normal breathing would cause.

   Soon enough, the person they collided with speaks up and the boy attempts to turn his head and look. “It’s.. fine…. It was partly my fault. Too.” His Charizard grunts in disagreement. “I get in situations like this.. all the time. So…. don’t worry.” Red tries to get down now, pressing one hand to his head and getting a little bit of help with Char’s wing. Once his feet are on the ground, he almost trips forward, wobbles and ultimately falls back instead, sitting in the snow.

   ”That was a hard knock, though. Are you okay?” Says the one who can’t keep their balance. He probably set off a lot of red flags. No Winter clothes, choppy speech and clumsy footing…. But this was a usual thing.

“Oh… good,” you respond, feeling better about having crashed into the kid. “Yeah, I actually do too.”

You give the kid a good look over. He doesn’t look to good to you, honestly. He falls straight over after dismounting, causing you to head over to him and offer your hand to help him up. Now that feeling of guilt for hitting him is back. He seems to be off a lot worse than you are. They way he talks makes him sound disoriented, too. You must have a harder head than he does!

“I’m fine, but what about you?! Jeez! You can’t even stand right!” you exclaim. “Should we take you to a doctor? Maybe you have a concussion! Maybe you’re dying!” Probably not, Barry. Also, try not and freak this guy out too much, will you?