prompt :: just a bit of encouragement...
disclaimer :: don't own, never will.
"So what do like to do for fun?" Red asked, his crimson eyes burned into the back of your skull as he did so.
You look away, biting your lip in the process. A small grunt was your reply.
Red chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in a flustered way. "If you don't want to chat, it's alright really. Silence is nice too. . ."
Oh? Is that how you came out as? That. . . was interesting. Maybe you could do something to change that?
"A—" Your voice froze. This was tougher than you expected. "A walk in the park. . ." You finally croak out. It had been a while since you spoke to someone and a while since you used your voice, truth be told.
You shifted uncomfortably, your cheeks growing an unhealthy shade of red. You dipped your head down in shame, tempted to make a run for it and hide your embarrassment.
Red smiled reassuringly, nodding his head in agreement. He offered you his hand and you take it hesitantly. Wordlessly, the Kanto Champion heaves you to your feet and the two of you head off.
You take your fist step onto the park's sidewalk, the breeze making your (hair color) hair sway slightly. The sweet scent of ice cream fills your lungs, making you sigh contently.
Red noticed this and sauntered off to buy some for you, not even bothering to ask what you wanted.
He comes back, two vanilla cones in hand. "A-Ah!" You squeak, "Um, uhhh. . ." Heat rises to your cheeks again. You can't find the right words to say. . .
"I'll take that as a 'Thank you'." Red says shortly after digging into his cone. You wordlessly nod in reply.
Silence hangs over the two of you as you walk.
You wince slightly, various chants of encouragement pulse through your mind. "How did you know?" You finally ask.
Red stopped eating. "Know what?"
A small smile plasters your face. "That my favorite flavor was vanilla. . ."
