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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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[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.]

Hey. [Gold gets off of his bed now, rising to his feet, and looking straight at Silver.]

You might've taken that concession of defeat crap from me, but I refuse. I know you, Silver. You're the kinda guy who does everything for a reason, without fail. [Not like him, who does everything on whims and impulses.]

...So what's the deal with you?

[Wait, wh- What's his deal? No. That's not a road he's going down.] Nothing.

Uh-huh. You really expect me to believe that.

...It's nothing. [It should be nothing. It needs to be nothing. It is nothing.]

If it was nothing, I wouldn't be askin' about it.

Yet here you are, asking about nothing.

So you just happened to decide you wanted to be an asshole.

No.

Then it's something!

...Fine. It's something. But it should be nothing.

But it's still something. ...And as long as you keep tryin' to make it into nothing, it'll be something.

That makes no sense at all.

[>Gold

> Sense

> ???

watchoo smokin', Silver]

Just shut up and tell me.

No.

You don't trust me. [Yeah, he went there.]

...What?

We both know there's a problem, but you won't tell me what it is. Is it 'cause you don't trust me anymore?

[No, of course he- but then why would he lock up so much just because he's sick? -No, that's just because he's bitter. And he shouldn't be. But he is. -But then why can't he trust Gold with this? No, he- he does trust Gold. There's just nothing to share. It has nothing to do with--]

[You see that look, Silver? That look he's giving you? If you're at all decent at reading Gold now, that look he's giving you is basically saying "I know what the problem IS, so just spill it already."]

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