Okay, so this is the second chapter in one night, as I work to play catch-up.
Thanks to Laura and her sister Kate, who are both amazing at dealing with my various writing-based neurosis about prompts and word counts (oh Lord, word counts are becoming my enemy - I like to talk/type far too much xD) and have kept me on the right track with these stories.
Red
Red didn't really have an accurate concept of 'danger'. This was the guy that, two weeks into his journey with nothing more than a gym badge and a few baby Pokémon, decided that he was going to be the one to take down Team Rocket.
And he did it.
He also decided to spend months sitting on top of a mountain in a freakin' t-shirt, impervious to the cold winds and deadly Pokémon.
And he did it.
But he still couldn't get the jar off the salsa dip without nearly losing a finger or two.
"Seriously Red..."
Hey, nobody's perfect.
Blue
Blue, by nature, was a bit of a worrier. He could get himself upset over any number of imagined risks, and had to have contingency plans for everything.
So it did his health no good to date someone like Red.
"One of these days you'll give me a heart attack." Red tried to extract his fingers from Blue's vice grip, but that wasn't happening.
"I didn't fall that far."
"Didn't-! You fell out of a second floor window!"
"Blame Pikachu. He pushed me." The paramedic laughed, then.
"I don't even..."
Next time, he'd take Daisy to the Department Store instead.
Yes, in this weird and wonderful headcanon of mine, Red has some sort of death wish, and apparently Pikachu helps, although it wouldn't surprise me if I find that my headcanon Red blames everything on Pikachu. You aren't exactly going to take a rat that can electrocute you and try to put it in timeout, are you?
Right, I'm going to get on with catching up a bit more, next two chapters will probably be up in the next 12 hours, if I can manage that. Feel free to leave comments, criticisms or prompts for me, I love a challenge! :)
Bye for now,
-Bug xx