IIIIII I WANNA SOAK UP THE SUUUN I WANNA TELL EVERYOOONE TO LIGHTEN UUUUP

[illegalteendad]

[the beach

babes

bathing suits

ocean

sun and sand

these are things that gold loves and he is enjoying this beach biome to the max

except there's no babes really unless they're diving in the goddamn sea like mermaids so he's standing outside the door to the biome, sandy up to his knees and in his hair and are those bandages they sure are don't pay them no mind]

Hey, wanna go for a swim? There's pizza inside.

[yes he is talking to you

whether you're a hot babe or not WHAT'S A BEACH BASH WITHOUT PEOPLE

there may or may not actually be pizza inside please threadjack and mingle people]

Comments

[semiductile]

[The princess Your Silver is in another castle biome. But for now, here's a consolation prize with better fashion sense. That dumb outfit just isn't practical.

Of course, he doesn't notice the beach first, or the pizza, or anything Gold's saying. No, he notices the bandages.]

What happened to you? [For someone concerned, he asks it pretty calmly and casually.]

[illegalteendad]

I fell into a few knives. What the hell happened to you? Did you trade sleep for a better outfit?

[he knows it's ppprobably not his silver

actually definitely not that guy would probably be fussing more

but silver is silver and this one is pretty rocket too so]

[semiductile]

Who's knives? [There's something off about Gold. He looks different, sounds different, his uniform is missing...]

[illegalteendad]

You're not gonna believe me if I tell you. I guarantee it.

[semiductile]

Try me.

[illegalteendad]

If you say so. [he takes a quick glance around and leans closer, just in case] I needed to tell you about him anyway. There's a guy who looks just like me, except he's the heir of Team Rocket and he's pretty much out for blood. Your blood. His name's Gold too. A real basket case.

[he's not sure if that guy would count doubles as part of the terms, but he's not eager to find out. better safe than sorry]

[semiductile]

[Other... Gold?

Okay yeah Gold what are you talking about you've completely lost him]

[illegalteendad]

[he knew it

he's gonna have practice for when he tells HIS silver]

Okay. So I'm guessing you're figuring out that I'm not the Gold you know and you're not the Silver I know. For one, he's not as unhealthy looking as you. Seriously do you even eat? Ah, we'll fix that later-- Anyway, the Silver I know was pretty much born into team rocket, blah blah family business blah blah blah I don't know if your deal's the same but you're both Rockets and I'm not a Rocket, unlike the guy who knifed me who's the Rocket Heir and looks like me but is totally not me. Got it?




[yea]

[semiductile]

[...What...

...O...okay. Nod.

So he doesn't just have to deal with two Golds; he has to deal with three? ...Great...]

[illegalteendad]

Good. So! Your health! Judging by the way you look, I'm guessing your Team Rocket has a ton of jerks that can't even feed their heir right. Unless you're not lookin' to take on the name?

[semiductile]

If I'm not your Silver, why do you care?

[illegalteendad]

[UUGHHH]

Don't ask me to explain, okay. It's stupid. Want a popsicle? I bet there's popsicles around here somewhere... [what beach doesn't have them]

[semiductile]

[...Nope, he's turning and heading out.]

[littletightdress]

[Oh, shit, is that (a) Silver she sees?

One Blue in a swim suit coming at you! She's glad to see him, although being out of costume is ... and that uniform, anyway ... at least he's a Rocket. Maybe not the one she's entirely familiar with, but!]

Silver!

[semiductile]

-Blue? [Well that was fast. Leave it to Blue to immediately be around...]

[littletightdress]

[Did you expect anything different?]

It's good to see you! Or one of you, anyway. One that isn't judging my life choices or... Attracted by the smell of the sea? It's really nice.

[semiductile]

[Judging your life choices. Right.

Regardless, he looks at the sea and takes in its (artificial) air... But he shuffles around awkwardly and looks away as his response.

It's nice, but...]

You're a different Blue?

[littletightdress]

Afraid so. [She hesitates -- just a moment, but she steps forward anyway and reaches for his hand.] That's fine, right? I'm sure I'm not cut from a completely different cloth than the one you know.

[semiductile]

[He goes ahead and passively lets her take his hand; no fondness or warmth comes from him in response to the gesture, but he won't stop her.]

...I'm not sure. I just met you. [Even then, she seems... Happier. More content. Her look, her voice, her body language- the subtleties are different.

Either she's different... Or better at lying.]

[littletightdress]

[Blue could never lie to Silver. Or not as easily as she could to, say, Red. That'd take practice.]

Is she prettier than me? [This is the important question, here.] For first impression purposes.

[semiductile]

[...Prettier?

But you two-

No, she's-

Of course she's-

What?]

[littletightdress]

[Well???]

I'll take that as a no. Is she as stunningly admirable and wonderful as I am?

[semiductile]

[Probably.] I don't know you.

1/2

[littletightdress]

[littletightdress]

How about as I appear to be?