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[Silver is Silver is Silver. Upon finally waking up, he immediately tries to pull himself up... And it's a bad idea. His head spins. Despite the fact that he's awake, he's still very weak, and trying to act like he's not gave him a big reminder of that. He rethinks his actions and slowly pulls himself up into a seated position.

So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-

There it is.]

[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]

Is it over yet? None of you died, right?

[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.

Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.

But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.

And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.

Yep.]

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[He had one conversation. Mostly he took care to give her her space.

Silver knew her much better, he's aware. So he won't contest any of that. But Silver is also stupid.]

We spoke once. She didn't come across as someone who'd waste her breath, much less say things like that with so little meaning.

Exactly. Everything she says has meaning. [He brushed it off. Treated it like something that would never happen. But now that he thinks back on it...

But enough of that.]

...That entire ordeal was awful.

Edited 2012-11-10 05:04 (UTC)

[He thinks you're still missing the point, man. But you're probably not ready to see it. He nods.]

...How are you doing, anyway? [There's plenty of better things that he could say. Plenty of topics he could bring up. Plenty of things he could ask.

But he's not even sure where to start... And that feels more appropriate.]

[He tilts his head over to look at him, grinning a second later.]

Those are questions I should be saving for you, oh invalid one. Though I'm sure you're weary of them.

[...And then he starts listing sentences off of his fingers.] I'll be okay. I'm just a little burnt out. Quit fussing. If I didn't do it, I would be dead right now, and so would my friends. No, I mean it. I'm okay because everyone's alive. Even if everything about that draft was awful, I got out alive. Things could have been a lot worse.

I'm okay because I finally learned the most important thing I could ever learn.

The list goes on.

Ha. I'll spare you, then.

Someday you'll really have to tell me about that lesson though. Maybe over a game. I like to keep my philosophy and my cloud watching separate.

It's pretty simple. I could give it to you in four words. [Philosophy and cloud watching definitely don't belong together, that much is true.]

Shoot.

"Live in the present."

[His smile softens, genuine in its approval.]

Yeah. That's solid.

It took me a while, but I really think I understand it this time. [He's relaxed and at ease. Sure, it took a horrible few days and a near death experience for it, but...]

[No. As someone who's always had to learn things the hard way, he gets that.]

If not, I promise to smack you with a newspaper to remind you.

More merciful than a punch from Gold.

Trying harder would be troublesome.

But when you're feeling better, we should commemorate your lesson learned there.

[That's such a Shikamaru thing... To...]

...? [Commemorate?]

Something fun. Random even. Whatever sounds cool at the time.

[...]

...We should practice that thing we did with your shadows. [Only with less... Blowing Moro to bits...]

Mm. That's planning though. We'll do that too, but I was talking about something else.

[He goes to stretch out of habit but averts the motion before it's more than a shrug.]

[Luckily, the fact that Shikamaru actually got hurt is still completely lost on him, so he doesn't pay it any mind.]

Like what? [What is fun, Shikamaru. What is fun.]

How troublesome... [He reaches over with his good arm to lightly rap his knuckles on Silver's head.] If I tell you, idiot, we can't do it. It defeats the purpose.

[At least he has the reflexes to duck his head a little today- but it's just a reflex, and he looks over at Shikamaru with a bit of confusion at the gesture.]

...Okay.

[Gosh Silver, your education needs work. What the hell does Gold do with you all day.

But he just smirks and lets his arm fall back to hit his knee now.]

Edited (LIKE YOU CAN TALK, MISS EHWA HATPEPDN) 2012-11-11 07:32 (UTC)

[Drag him into everything. ...But Gold is different. He's not sure if it applies to everyone. ...Or standard logic.]

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