[Silver shows up quickly and eagerly enough; the most immediately noticeable thing about him is that the air is back to being light and pleasant around him; apparently he's not swearing off his emotions anymore.
...Not entirely, anyway.
He waves at Ryuunosuke and immediately gets in line to get some awful twelve scoop concoction; Ryuunosuke's free to get whatever the hell he wants because money is never a problem as far as Silver's concerned.]
[Ryuunosuke joins him in line, immediately chattering away about nothing in general. He's not really reacting to Silver's aura there, but it's definitely pleasant.]
Oh yeah, and thanks for this! You're always paying for me, it's really nice!
[...He probably shouldn't press, but now he's curious, so...]
Okay, c'mon, there's more to it than that. Something about food's really made you happy. Or pissed you off. I'm not really sure, I'm still bad at figuring out the emotion things.
Don't worry, it won't take him long to finish his ice cream. Ryuunosuke is a goddamn teenager and eats everything. Entirely too quickly. Dear god, he's going to choke one of these days.]
[...Don't call him a friend, that's not going to...
Great.
Silver loses his appetite entirely, and so does Weavile, so some six year old gets like ten scoops of ice cream as he goes to find a place to take Ryuunosuke that's reasonably private.
Ultimately it ends up being a really high rooftop; given the way the city is layered in some places that's pretty damn high and pretty damn private.]
[Ryuunosuke looks properly horrified... except for the fact that his eyes are entirely too bright for this subject. He's kind of radiating heat, but maybe Silver won't notice that. Please don't let the glitterbombs go off--]
[That sure is some ice. Ryuunosuke tips his head a bit at it and then does the totally normal thing of reaching out to poke it. Thankfully it doesn't shatter immediately, but he draws back when cracks start appearing in it. He's not sure if that's due to the weird excitement he's feeling or if he just can't touch anything in this world without breaking it or killing it.]
No, that's... probably not normal. But what other guys?
GREATEST COOL EXCEPT HE CAN'T ACTUALLY SAY IT OH MY GOD
Okay. Come on, Ryuunosuke. You can do this. You can manage to control your emotional reaction to this. You've got this. You will not erupt in sparkles or glitterbombs or--
Never mind. That sure is a lot of glitter and now he's covered in magenta glitter and this is so stupid--]
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...Not entirely, anyway.
He waves at Ryuunosuke and immediately gets in line to get some awful twelve scoop concoction; Ryuunosuke's free to get whatever the hell he wants because money is never a problem as far as Silver's concerned.]
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Oh yeah, and thanks for this! You're always paying for me, it's really nice!
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[And on way too much ice cream, apparently.]
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[He laughs, the sound far more cheerful than the emotional void he's still giving off.]
I will never turn down free food!
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...Food is important, isn't it?
[He's going somewhere with this. Maybe.]
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[this is a disgusting amount of chocolate, what the hell ryuunosuke]
Something on your mind, Silver?
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[...]
I don't know. I guess working with it just made me appreciate it more.
[Well that's a cute dream. Too bad his emotions don't quite match up with his words. The warmth around him is a little too warm to be pleasant.
Weavile frowns at Silver because boy you are going to melt the ice cream, can you not.]
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[That heat seems a little strange. He tips his head a bit as he considers Silver's words.]
So you can cook, huh? Maybe you should make something for me sometime!
[ryuunosuke can you not]
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[Silver's more than happy for the easy out; the temperature returns to normal pretty quickly.]
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[...He probably shouldn't press, but now he's curious, so...]
Okay, c'mon, there's more to it than that. Something about food's really made you happy. Or pissed you off. I'm not really sure, I'm still bad at figuring out the emotion things.
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[That's a lie.]
And it's not something I can talk about in public.
[That isn't a lie, and it's a good damn thing that the crystals are subtle.]
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[SLY WINK]
We'll have to chat about that at some point, alright? I won't forget!
[Judging from that smirk, he really won't...]
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[That gives him enough time to come up with a convincing enough story.]
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[OH BOY DEETS
Don't worry, it won't take him long to finish his ice cream. Ryuunosuke is a goddamn teenager and eats everything. Entirely too quickly. Dear god, he's going to choke one of these days.]
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Great.
Silver loses his appetite entirely, and so does Weavile, so some six year old gets like ten scoops of ice cream as he goes to find a place to take Ryuunosuke that's reasonably private.
Ultimately it ends up being a really high rooftop; given the way the city is layered in some places that's pretty damn high and pretty damn private.]
You can't tell anyone, okay?
[...Well, here goes nothing.]
...I witnessed a murder.
[...
You know, it's a good enough half-truth for now.]
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Oh don't worry, I won't tell anyone--
[WAIT WHAT]
You did!? Oh God...
[Ryuunosuke looks properly horrified... except for the fact that his eyes are entirely too bright for this subject. He's kind of radiating heat, but maybe Silver won't notice that. Please don't let the glitterbombs go off--]
What happened?
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[...Ryuunosuke, what the fuck.]
Are you okay?
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[Okay, okay, shit he's got this. Just glance down and away, hide his eyes beneath his bangs and look appropriately upset. Okay. He's got this.]
I'm so sorry this happened to you, Silver.
[...THIS WOULD WORK BETTER IF HE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED come on man, give him the murder deets]
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[...Uh. It's getting a little warm.]
...With one of those medical knives, and the girl just put them all in little bags and walked away with them?
[Nailed it.]
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[WHO IS THIS SICK FUCK AND WHERE CAN HE SIGN UP FOR HIS NEWSLETTER
...oh wait shit, down and away, don't sparkle eyes at the kid who is probably traumatized--
wait.]
Hang on, you didn't feel anything? That's kinda...
[...wrong? weird? um. shit. maybe he doesn't have this.]
...So you just... saw this? Like, this just happened on the street?
[THAT GUY'S GOT GUTS-- oh hey, that's pretty damn good and he can't share the joke
...Ryuunosuke isn't sparkling yet, but he's getting really damn close. The heat is definitely intense in here, isn't it.]
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[...God, he's not going to remember any of this, fucking shit thank god Weavile is here.]
I didn't feel a damn thing, and I'm pretty sure that's not normal. I mean, with those other guys at least I was...
[an idiot, he's an idiot, he's a god damn idiot.
a nice big chunk of ice forms right next to Silver, between him and Ryuunosuke.]
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[That sure is some ice. Ryuunosuke tips his head a bit at it and then does the totally normal thing of reaching out to poke it. Thankfully it doesn't shatter immediately, but he draws back when cracks start appearing in it. He's not sure if that's due to the weird excitement he's feeling or if he just can't touch anything in this world without breaking it or killing it.]
No, that's... probably not normal. But what other guys?
[Slums. He's going to have to remember that.]
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...
[God dammit Ryuunosuke's going to hate him, look at how warm it is, his ice is melting, never mind starting to crack.]]
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GREATEST COOL EXCEPT HE CAN'T ACTUALLY SAY IT OH MY GOD
Okay. Come on, Ryuunosuke. You can do this. You can manage to control your emotional reaction to this. You've got this. You will not erupt in sparkles or glitterbombs or--
Never mind. That sure is a lot of glitter and now he's covered in magenta glitter and this is so stupid--]
Silver, that's--!
[GODDAMMIT]
Really cool!!
[WELL FUCK HIM]
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That was absolutely not one of them, and now he is covered in glitter, and...
...What? Ryuunosuke's... Excited? Huh?]
It is?
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