[ his heart pounds as he walks; thus far, everything has been . . . on edge, to say the least, and an evolution had put a touch of excitement upon the fright that warped into the colony. as silver walked with quickened pace, by him, instead of a sneasel, is a weavile, taller, proud, his new crown of feathers shiny and his larger claws glistening in the night— his element.
his senses were sharp, and the feathers of his ears flick as the train's horn bellows out in the distance— that also wasn't the only thing he picked up, catching sight of the frantic beldum before it even makes its way over. the weasel yaps, a sharp sound to get his trainer's attention before their visitor was upon them. silver tenses, of course, but soon enough, his guarded stances falters into surprise when the small steel type floats its way to him with squeaks and chatters. ]
You're— [ you're steven's. weavile makes another sound to snap beldum's attention to him, a fast lead in their language that'll have silver following without another moments notice in the form of a run. because this didn't feel like good news, at all. he better not have gotten into anything—
and before silver can finish that thought, his run turns into a full-out sprint, catching sight of steven dragging his paces out and towards the middle of a monorail track, the faint flicker of a headlight growing into a sphere as it gets closer, and the wailing sound of its whistle warning them of its arrival. he doesn't think he could get to him in time, and with a sharp yell— ]
Weavile!
[ the weasel displays his speed in a matter of milliseconds, a flashing blur of black and red that appears behind steven in a fuzz of afterimages until weavile lands his legs to the ground, hooks his claws on both sides of the champion's waist and lashes backwards with enough force to throw him back to the ground, with strength that's a little bit unmeasured ( he still has to get used to the boost ). the train rolls past at that very moment, chugs of sound and vibrating metal ringing in their ears, bringing wind with its momentum as it continues on. silver is able to finally get there, kneeling down and— harshly— grabbing for a fist full of steven's clothes between his collar and his shoulder.
he doesn't know how to be gentle, or caring— he just knows that that was very unlike steven and— for some reason he had to do something, voice cracking as a scold rumbles in his throat and erupts with voice. ]
ii arceus you loser
his senses were sharp, and the feathers of his ears flick as the train's horn bellows out in the distance— that also wasn't the only thing he picked up, catching sight of the frantic beldum before it even makes its way over. the weasel yaps, a sharp sound to get his trainer's attention before their visitor was upon them. silver tenses, of course, but soon enough, his guarded stances falters into surprise when the small steel type floats its way to him with squeaks and chatters. ]
You're— [ you're steven's. weavile makes another sound to snap beldum's attention to him, a fast lead in their language that'll have silver following without another moments notice in the form of a run. because this didn't feel like good news, at all. he better not have gotten into anything—
and before silver can finish that thought, his run turns into a full-out sprint, catching sight of steven dragging his paces out and towards the middle of a monorail track, the faint flicker of a headlight growing into a sphere as it gets closer, and the wailing sound of its whistle warning them of its arrival. he doesn't think he could get to him in time, and with a sharp yell— ]
Weavile!
[ the weasel displays his speed in a matter of milliseconds, a flashing blur of black and red that appears behind steven in a fuzz of afterimages until weavile lands his legs to the ground, hooks his claws on both sides of the champion's waist and lashes backwards with enough force to throw him back to the ground, with strength that's a little bit unmeasured ( he still has to get used to the boost ). the train rolls past at that very moment, chugs of sound and vibrating metal ringing in their ears, bringing wind with its momentum as it continues on. silver is able to finally get there, kneeling down and— harshly— grabbing for a fist full of steven's clothes between his collar and his shoulder.
he doesn't know how to be gentle, or caring— he just knows that that was very unlike steven and— for some reason he had to do something, voice cracking as a scold rumbles in his throat and erupts with voice. ]
Steven?! What the hell were you thinking?!
[ DON'T MAKE HIM SLAP YOU ]