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[Action for house 15 // Accidental Voice]

[Normally, Silver is pretty scarce in House 15! Once in a blue moon he might head over to his room and read or spend time with Blue or something, but otherwise, he tends to stay away in favor of doing Silver Things.

Today, that is absolutely not the case. No, today is dedicated to Silver being guilt tripped into staying home. Why? Because, as if living things he did while masked down wasn't going to be enough, a cold decided to add insult to injury, effectively removing any opportunity he might have had to avoid everyone. Instead, he's stuck in the house, remaining pretty miserable and fussy and trying to find something to do, which is completely missing the point of staying home and doing nothing while he's sick. Chills? Fever? Coughing and sneezing? Nonsense, he's totally fine. His Pokémon have taken to following him around like ducklings following their mommy and being generally cuddly and affectionate.

At some point, he'll try to look through his journals! Something will even come to mind for him to write! But ultimately, his hand isn't all that steady, and before he can write anything, he- he- a- aa- aaa--]

ACHOO!

[His hand slips, letting that sneeze get recorded, along with a random light, shaky line from his pencil. After staring at his journal for a few seconds and suppressing another sneeze, he gives up, all but slamming his journal shut and shoving it away in frustration. Being sick sucks, doesn't it?]

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[Psh. Please. Two weeks? Please.

...Coughing, please hold.]

...Yeah, I'm getting you medicine. Take it or not, your call. I don't care.

[You're wasting your-] Whatever. Do what you want.

Maybe I will!

[Yeah, well, that's the end of this conversation then, as far as Silver's concerned.]

[And off Gold goes for medicine! He'll get it!

...And then he returns sometime later.]

[By the time Gold gets back, Silver's stopped idly sitting around and has retreated under his sheets. It's freezing. ...He almost nodded off, but he's quick to perk right back up the moment he hears Gold.]

Edited 2011-11-05 03:28 (UTC)

[...Cold, huh, Silver? Maybe he'll get you some extra blankets later.

Gold sits the bottle of cold medicine on the nightstand next to Silver's bed.]

I got you some cold medicine. Grape-flavored, so you can't even taste the medicine. Just tastes like grape! ...Cherry's better.

[He'll... At least pause and consider it. Gold picked it out. He can trust Gold. Of course he can, he's his best friend. And it would make him feel better.

...But what if it makes him feel more sick?

And more importantly, why should he take it? He doesn't need it. He didn't need it when he was ten or five or three, and he doesn't need it now. This entire thing is ridiculous. He doesn't even need to be inside. He could be doing his own thing and be just fine. And if he wasn't just fine, he could just endure it, and- Why did he even have to get sick in the first place?

He'll move from out of his covers to pick it up, pretty clearly showing that he has the chills during the process, but it's only to shove it right back into Gold's hands.]

... [And sitting it right down on the table.]

[Nope, back in Gold's hands. He's a lot more forceful about it this time.]

[He places the bottle on the table again, this time more forcefully, as it produces a thud when hitting the table.]

Look, you don't have to use it, but at least keep it. [Turning around now so Silver can't hand it back to him.] ...It's not gonna kill you.

[...Dropping it in Gold's hood.] I don't want it. What about that is so hard to understand?

{Giving his hood a pop, and out the bottle goes onto Silver's bed.]

I don't care. Keep it, don't keep it. Use it, don't use it. Whatever. Do whatever you want. I don't care. [And heading towards the door now.]

Then why don't you just let me leave?

[Alright, that's it. He's put up with Silver's crap long enough. Gold whips around now to face Silver, eyes burning with anger.]

Why are you bein' such an asshole?!

Edited 2011-11-09 22:36 (UTC)

[That definitely takes Silver aback for a moment, but only a moment, and nothing more.] ...What? [He's being... An asshole?...]

[Nope, not gonna answer you, Silver. He's just sick of arguing this with you. And that's why he just storms out of Silver's room and slams the door shut.]

[...What was that all about? Silver thinks it over for a few minutes, but ultimately gives up on worrying about it. He's tired, feverish, and thinking isn't a big priority right now.

...Of course, right now doesn't last forever, and later on he'll begin to think about it more and more until it bothers him enough to prompt him to get up and head to Gold's room.

Knock knock on the wall near your door to get your attention, Gold, if Silver walking in front of your doorway didn't get your attention to begin with.]

Edited 2011-11-10 05:05 (UTC)

[Just kinda idly laying on his bed, tossing a ball up and down in the air. Up and down. Up and down. Up and--oh. What's that sound? Gold lazily glances at the doorway, before resuming what he's doing. But eventually, he'll address Silver.]

...What do you want?

[No sense in drawing it out or being subtle about it. He deliberately avoids eye contact when he speaks.]

How am I being an asshole? [His tone... Already sounds subdued and defeated. He's not going to bring whether or not he is being an asshole into question. There's no point.]

[Up, and down. Up, and down. Up, and down. Catching the ball, pause, and then sitting up.]

You've been rude to everyone. Super crabby, and paranoid as hell, and you don't trust what anyone's been tellin' you, especially me, and that's just goin' into your recent behavior! It's like someone took every negative trait about you and cranked it up to 11!

[Paranoid? But he's always- no, he's not always this paranoid. But-

...Yeah, he's not going to meet Gold's eyes on this. He's... He's right.]

You're a damn hypocrite, callin' me out when you've been actin' this way all this time... Who's this asshole in front of me, 'cause I want my best friend back!

[...Has he really been acting that off?... Sure, he's been acting different. But isn't this a necessary amount of "different"? It's a completely different-

No. If Gold pointed it out, then it's a big deal. He has to do something different. Something has to change. But what? What can he change while still dealing with Luceti?

Ultimately, he just keeps his head lowered. The look on his face that says he's already conceded defeat is more evident than ever. Of course, that look has probably been there for quite a while now.]

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