Gold instantly felt the atmosphere intensify, as if pressure had been exerted in the room, the very air itself growing colder and Morty crackled his knuckles as he stared the amber eyed male and the ruby eyed antisocial down with a piercing creepy stare. Gold allowed a luxurious shiver to roll through his being at the violet laser like scrutiny, the gaze pinning him down, almost undressing him. Gold coughed lightly and looked away- he was so mind fucked. Gold had to admit he the alcohol from the night before had been some seriously powerful shit.

"Damn who plugged the atmosphere drain?"

Gold muttered as he scratched his nose and then his chin as Red shuffled over to pet Pikachu who mewled quietly, brushing his bushy tail up against Red's hand and leg affectionately. Morty was looking downright homicidal. Well in a nice way... Gold didn't know if someone could be homicidal in a nice way - that just HAD to be the biggest oxymoron he had ever heard in his life. Morty stretched slowly.

"Well then, prepare to lose, I aim on making you both my personal bitches."

Morty declared quietly, yet with gravity because he meant it, before running a hand through his messy flyaway blonde hair- tousling it some more. Gold snorted and shoved his hands into his pockets and sent Morty a challenging leer, baring his teeth in a display of dominance and that he wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. Morty raised a fine blonde eyebrow smoothly, narrowing his eyes, Gold poked the gymnast in the chest as he confronted him:

"Tough, because I aim on winning this."

Red said nothing and stood to get some shoes on, Pikachu purred like a small motor car, his bottlebrush tail sweeping the floor of the suite. Red clicked his tongue, casting his two fellow to-be golf mates a unreadable look swept up the key-card to the suite door. Raising his eyebrows at Morty, Gold slipped on his own shoes before loping after Red, intent on getting the most out of their game. As the trio walked down the corridor Gold cast sneaky glances at his opponents, Red looked like he was going to fuck some serious shit up and Morty whilst still terribly hung-over with awful eye-bags that somehow made the gymnast rather appealing in a sexual sense; the dark rings enhancing his vivid violet irises. Gold shook his head, unsure if he was still allowing the alcohol that buzzed quietly in his veins to write his thoughts.

"So... remember much from last night?"

Gold ventured to ask his blonde friend and Morty grunted before eyeing him up in amusement. Red had plugged his ears now like he didn't want to know- Gold contemplated being mildly offended and swatted the scarlet eyed male jokingly on the shoulder. Red merely looked at him blankly before returning to concentrating on getting to the mini golf course. Morty hummed, licked his lips slowly and answered with a lilting purr

"I remember your ringtone. It was rather... unique."

Gold threw his hands up in annoyance- why was EVERYONE out to get him on his ringtone?! So what if it was 'Don't Cha' by the Pussycat Dolls?! Red snickered and Gold sent him the 'stink' eye- courtesy of Green, he had no idea when he had learnt that specific glare- he probably picked up a few pointers from his psychologist through osmosis though.

"I'm not saying that's a bad thing."

Morty replied as he stretched languidly, Gold thumped his head against the wall as they paused as Red squatted to inspect a loose thread in the patterned hallway carpet, Gold hissed, slightly annoyed- hating the miniscule buzz in the back of his brain- making his whole body tingle and throb in a semi unpleasant manner. Glancing back at Morty who was rolling his shoulders to ease the tension in them Gold rubbed his forehead tiredly.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this but you're actually good looking."

Gold said bluntly, feeling stupid over how he had worded the question and found in the end he could always blame it on the residual alcohol still leaching out of his system. Morty blinked and his eyebrows shot up his forehead as he stared Gold down with a mixture of surprise and interest. The amber eyed male scratched his head and toed the carpet of the hallway as they waited for the lift to arrive to take them down to the ground level. Red was still happily plugging his ears, off in his own little world- Pikachu- Gold never realised had been tagging them, sat at his masters' feet watching him owlishly, his warm brown eyes wide with curiosity. Morty shrugged carelessly.

"I don't know, am I? I've never given it much thought. I could say the same thing to you."

Morty growled his tone light but playful, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked Gold over once more, taking in his strong muscled build, his bright, piercing eagle golden eyes and sharp masculine jaw-line and straight nose. Gold rolled his eyes.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Morty replied reaching out to pinch Gold's left buttock. Yelping Gold turned to glower at Morty who winked roguishly. Swatting him heavily on the hip Gold rolled his eyes and dodged the reply which was Morty attempting to pinch him again. (God how gay was that? Who the hell did the same thing twice?) The lift dinged and the trio plus Pikachu traipsed into the small cubicle, Red allowed a breach in his self deafening to press the button before plugging his ears again. Morty turned to Gold with a smirk as he lifter his shirt slightly.

"I'm still wearing your underwear."

Gold groaned at that piece of information as he saw that the gymnast was indeed still wearing his underwear, the pair he had taken from Morty were lying somewhere in the suite and he was going commando right now because he felt like it was personal abuse and extreme masochism to wear such tight boxer briefs.

Plus Gold didn't want to be found dead in, caught in a pair of seriously emasculating pair of purple tight boxer shorts...- what? He liked to go swimming.

And when his trunks weren't nearby... underwear was the next best thing to nothing (skinny dipping- well that was something Gold swore he would coax Silver into doing whilst they were here- in the main pool of the resort because that would be so fucking sexy- of course they'd do it well after midnight. Gold knew he had it really bad for Silver when he thought that long foxy dark red hair soaked with water was one of the greatest things about Silver's sex appeal) Gold eyed Morty up quietly, unsure if he was supposed to be disgusted by this- those STILL hadn't been washed, or amused. Settling for mildly disgruntled Gold waved a hand at Morty placidly.

"Great, you're going to give those back by the way."

"Nope. I quite like the breezy breeze I'm getting in these."

"Oh for fucks sake."

Gold muttered, turning away from the blonde to inspect the lift interior- disliking the awful velvet leaf pattern in pale olive against the maroon pleat- didn't anyone of the designers have any kind of colour scheming when they finished the place?! Morty laughed loudly hooking his thumbs into the elastic waist of the boxers that protruded over the top of his jeans, snapping them mockingly; obnoxiously. Gold flipped him off and the flexible male cocked his hip with a smirk and then stuck his tongue out playfully. Ignoring him Gold focused on getting to their chosen destination as the trio stepped out to walk along the right wing of the resort to the small side entrance to the mini golf and actual golf course. Red looked so excited- well the flicker in his eyes told the hawkeyed male he was- signed their room numbers into the chart on the desk and then chose their putters; Pikachu pawing at the metal objects in interest wondering why they were so shiny. Leaving their key cards at the desk to complete registering Gold had to admit the place was immaculate and beautiful.

In fact the whole of the Sinnoh region was godamn immaculate everything was so clean... and fresh as compared to the hazy pollution of Viridian and Kanto in general.

The leafy green palm trees swayed in the summer breeze jauntily, the cooling wind pleasant, Gold could feel his hangover lessening significantly and the pain in his temples lift as he breathed in the salty freshness deeply. Red trotted over to the first hole, an awfully simple straight line with a small hill in the middle between the start and the hole. The scarlet eyed male then pulled out the tally chart for scoring marking down the players' names, Morty was drawing a line in the gritty shorn ground with his trainer toe as he looked out over the pristine mini golf course and at the neat rows of bushes- the beach melting into parts as the resort was the beach- gorgeous, pale sands and full of sunlight. Gold moaned as the clouds parted, shielding his eyes against the evil, evil ungodly painful morning summer sun- hating how mean it could really be on the eyes. Morty snickered and Gold snapped a thin razor sharp grin at his two opponents as he picked up his putter and a golf ball.

Weighing the ball in his palm Gold curled his lip in anticipation at the two standing before him.

"Prepare to lose."


"And so I told Morty 'No you CAN'T grope me in a shopping queue!' Guess what he did!?"

Falkner took little time to aim, if none at all before releasing the string of the slender bow he held, the arrow thudded into the centre of the target, straight and true. Silver grinned, tying back his hair before heaving a sigh at his poorly shot arrows- it had been such a long time since he'd done such an activity. The pointed 'weaponry' littered the training floor in front of the target and some stuck haphazardly out of the marker, but nowhere near the centre. Frustrated at trying to braid his hip length long hair, Silver knotted his hair up into a messy ponytail before picking up his bow and retrieving a new quiver full of arrows. Rubbing his wrists to ensure the arm guards were fastened correctly Silver glanced over at his friend his eyebrows raised in question. Falkner wrinkled his nose and tossed his fringe out of his eye as he took aim once more.

"He totally felt me up in that shopping queue! I nearly smacked him! He also had the nerve to call me hormonal! I swear it was the cantaloupes."

"Cantaloupes?"

Silver asked vaguely mystified and Falkner stopped himself from releasing the shot, lowering his bow slightly sent him a look. A look that was so serious Silver almost laughed but a part of him told him the archer wouldn't appreciate his humour and kept quiet, a small grin fixated on his lips though and Falkner did not miss it. Silver chuckled as the archer 'tsk-ed' and resumed his concentration to shoot his next arrow.

"Yes. Cantaloupes, I swear Morty has an unhealthy obsession with them now- I don't know why. Each time we go shopping now he insists on getting some. He always passes them to me to see what I think of them. I don't know what a good cantaloupe feels like or anything! I mean what the hell does he want me to do with it?! Sit on it!?"

Falkner ranted waving one hand about dramatically and Silver somewhat preoccupied by this as he watched his friend out the corner of his eyes as he shot his arrow in a total fail- it fell short- however the pale grey eyed male felt like he could blame that one on Falkner for being distractive.

"Hey! Why's that one my fault?! Oh fine. But still... The NERVE. God I love Morty with all my heart but sometimes he makes me so mad at him! Doesn't Gold ever drive you nuts sometimes? Like you love him so much but some things about him just make you insane it's so annoying?"

Falkner asked as he bent over to pick up the next full quiver of arrows.

Falkner frowned lightly his lips drawn in a thin line of focus as he took aim this time switching his position so he was standing side on to the target instead of front on- twisting his body to accommodate the pose. It really was incredible to watch a world class professional do what he loved best, what his life revolved round; Falkner was all sinewy strength and balanced calm as he drew the string back with a smooth practiced motion, his fingers steady as he kept the arrow in place. Shifting slightly and without batting an eyelid the navy haired archer sent three arrows in rapid succession, one after the other- reloading time so fast his hand was a blur- all three thudding with electrifying, terrifying precision into the heart of the target.

Strange but true Silver had then has an awful image right there of Falkner as an assassin; with that kind of aim it wouldn't be too difficult for him to take down his prey. Breathing out slowly Falkner took a step back to survey his work with mild pacification before cursing as he realised one arrow was at an angle- ever the perfectionist the bluenette fired another arrow, allowing it to lodge straight next to the lopsided one. Silver chuckled at this as he loaded his bow and took careful aim, taking in a deep breath he steadied his hand and let the arrow fly, finally satisfied as it thudded into the yellow ring near the centre. Falkner gave a low whistle and nodded appreciatively.

"It's great to see you haven't lost your spark even after going so long without practice."

"I'm awful Falkner I can't even shoot straight."

Silver replied bluntly indicating to the littered arrows lying pathetically about his target. Falkner made a soft pouty face at him, adding kissy noises for greater effect- patronising him before laughing at his red haired friends' expression of mild disgust, hopping over like an energetic bird the bluenette slung his bow over his shoulder before correcting Silvers' stance gently.

"That's it, remember to have a firm footing. Now..."

Silver flinched slightly in surprise- somehow still unused to people other than Gold touching him, even if it was his best friend, as Falkner circled his arms round him his strong lithe hands guiding his own into a better grip on both arrow and bow. Silver shivered as he felt the athlete murmur instructions, breath hot, close to his ear, tickling the strands of wine crimson hair.

"Don't arch your back too much- you have a lovely back arch by the way- anyway, when you draw the string back, when you release it potentially could mean your whole body moves too, so your guiding hand or arm the one holding your bow will move as well sending the arrow flying off course."

Nodding Silver shook his hair out of his face and after widening his stance slightly loaded his bow, making extra sure not to arch too much as instructed, released the arrow with a hiss and watched happily as it struck the centre perfectly. Grinning Falkner patted him on the shoulder.

"See? Excellent!"

Smiling softly at his achievement Silver butted Falkner on the shoulder gently with his head and the archer huffed with quiet laughter, running his fingers in response, through the luxurious gracefully light knotted ponytail of dark wine red hair.

"Why's your hair so long Silver?"

Silver shrugged, not really understanding why he had such long hair in the first place- he knew he looked good with longer hair anyway and Gold actually loved his hair as much as he loved him, Silver himself. Yet the more that he thought about the origins of his long hair he knew, this was going far back into the past that when he was small he had short hair. He had had dreadfully short hair it could almost be considered cruel to give a child such an ugly military buzz-cut but Silver hadn't really cared at the time- only focusing on survival more than anything. It was only after Red had demolished Team Rocket the first time that when he had fled; did his hair grow out properly past his ears and beyond. Since then Silver didn't really recall ever being bothered to cut it again. He also had a feeling it was due to the face that having short hair would give him bad memories of his childhood. Plus having long hair as a street urchin had provided warmth in the cold nights, believe it or not but it had. Now it had just grown.

But Silver knew, remembered clearly how he had planned to grow out his hair after the terrifying ordeal at the World Tournament and then cut it short, to symbolise 'ridding' himself of his burdens, his fears and all the bad memories. Silver knew his personal philosophies revolved round the more 'innate' feelings he had with nature and by symbolising his life through a part of himself, e.g. his hair and then cutting it off would somehow free him. Nevertheless, despite all of this Silver found with a wry smile that he had never gotten round to doing it. Somewhere deep down inside him told him he could live with those memories, that eventually he could become to acknowledge them peacefully and to perhaps even cherish them, honouring and recalling the brave ones who died. But he knew now he could live with those hideous memories...

Why?

Because Gold featured in them all. No matter how awful the bloodbath had been Gold had been there, strong, dependable and so fucking stupid and brave it actually hurt him physically to think about it and summon such a morbid collection to his active thoughts. By physical pain, it was a kind of scorching twinge stabbing into his heart whenever the thought about how Gold could've died back then for all of his actions. But their reunion... Silver knew he would never ever forget the destructive, incredible, relieving yet horrifying image of Gold hanging nearly dead from his chains, blood smeared all over, his leg a gory mess and his chest a heaving, laboured tally chart of bloody cuts.

It had been beyond his worst nightmares but at the same time, it was like some higher being in his as of then depressingly existential existence had heard his screams for mercy.

Silver was not one to beg or put himself on a whim for others but his heart had been crying out, sobbing, wailing, downright making a horrible traumatic and emotional mess of itself because he had been the true target. He had caused so much pain and tumultuous suffering. But something up there had heard him, and perhaps spared him and all those he cared about round him and given him Gold back. Silver knew though that in all reality it was because neither of them had been willing to let go until they saw one another in truth.

Gold had never been the same since that day.

Silver could still tell even now, even under all the charming smiles and the 'usual' attitude towards life that Gold always had had... Even now, despite the lack of nightmares Silver knew that day had affected Gold deeply and whilst the hawkeyed male still ate meat to a certain extent, it was never with the same level of enthusiasm. In fact Gold steered clear of steaks in general. Silver loved Gold.

He couldn't bear to see his single most precious person after two years, still suffer.

The redhead had often caught Gold alone in the mornings, when he still thought the mercury eyed male was asleep; sitting vulnerably on the floor of their tiny room, his expression vacant as he stared at the wall. Sometimes Silver would hear Gold talking to himself- apologising over and over, as if he could see dead people before him. Most shockingly, Silver had seen him cry.

That alone had ripped him to pieces and more than less on such an occasions Silver found himself stifling his own overflowing feelings into the still warm bed sheets where Gold lay beside him, his tears soaking silently into the duvet as Gold sat there, uncaring, not even bothering to wipe his eyes. It was more heartbreaking for him to 'wake up' and Gold to be all sunny smiles, but his bright sun gold eyes, beautifully rimmed with red never truly lighting up. Silver didn't know what to do, two years was a long time to be hurting for, it was a painfully long time. Silver knew that much- his wrists were proof of that. Silver wondered what he could do to help Gold- he knew Gold was very happy with him, but perhaps it was moments when he was truly thinking, that he felt alone. Silver wanted to worm his way totally into Gold's heart and make sure the stocky powerfully built teen was never feeling isolated again. Gold never coped well with loneliness. Silver sighed, fingering his bow, plucking the string gently. He himself was at peace with the world, his ties had been cut and he had never felt better in his life, he felt like he was on top of the world.

A champion.

And if Gold were here he would sweep him into his arms and kiss him and tell him yes he was a champion. More than that.

That he owned the universe.

Silver smiled gently to himself, his mind totally consumed now, absorbed in his reflections.

All the thoughts running through his head at that moment in time had blanked out and all he could see, think, hear, needed, was Gold. Sickeningly sweet in a sense but Silver knew at the end of the day, if he hadn't seen Gold in that control room he would've suspected the worst- that he was dead- and would've given up right there and then. Silver looked up at Falkner who had been watching him the whole time his expression thoughtful as he scanned the pensive redhead's face with careful consideration. Silver made a slight face to break the silence.

"What?"

"No, nothing, I was just looking at your face."

"And?"

Silver replied a little bit weirded out by Falkner's odd reply and the archer shrugged with a careless smile as he went to gather up his spent arrows.

"You have a really dazed look when you think you know,"

Falkner mused as he returned handing Silver a handful of arrows, raising his slender eyebrows at this observation Silver motioned for his friend to expand upon what he really meant by that. Falkner bit his lower lip as he rummaged about in his jeans pocket for something as he thought, his brow creased in slight annoyance at both the fact he couldn't find whatever he was trying to find in his pocket as well as what he wanted to say. Silver had to admit Falkner was rather amusing when he couldn't articulate very well on what he had to say- the archer whilst intelligent was not interested in studies and thus fell a bit short on the brains side at times.

Silver liked to call Falkner 'bird-brain' when such moments occurred and the moment now was no different- (Falkner glared at him briefly as he struggled to explain what he was trying to say)which more than often drew a gasp and mock offense from the archer- as birds in his opinion were wonderful, beautiful, honourable and proud creatures of great intelligence.

Silver begged to differ, supporting his argument that the majority of the birds he saw were almost unbearably dim but in an endearing manner- if that made any sense. Falkner's jaw dropped slightly but his eyes were smiling and Silver shrugged- birds were cool, just a bit stupid. He was taken aback by the shocking whack Falkner dealt him across the shoulder.

"Dude."

Falkner poked a finger near his face and Silver tried to edge away, but Falkner was having none of it and poked Silver in the cheek much to the mercury eyed teens' dismay.

"Dude, birds ROCK."

"Nah, they fly round and take shits on your head."

"Exactly that's what makes them badASS."

"You sound like you want to do it too."

"You kidding me?! Of course I'd want to zoom round the skies taking craps on people! Fuck yes!"

Silver snorted at the archers' exuberant response, unsure if it was sarcasm of actually true and with a mischievous glint in his grey blue eyes Falkner pushed him into one of the practice benches and promptly sat on him. Looking back at the redhead who was silently suffering under the lithe navy haired males' weight- Falkner was heavier than he looked so it seemed- he grinned.

"And guess what?"

Silver didn't feel like he wanted to know but decided to humour his friend.

"Do I really want to know?"

Falkner leant back to rest his head on Silver's shoulder with a huff before standing slightly, his rear positioned in a rather rude manner over the redheads' lap.

"Yes. Your life depends on it."

"Ok?"

Silver asked unsure of this new situation, Falkner grinned evilly and shook his hips teasingly as if he were a bird with colourful tail feathers and was shaking them in a display.

"You're my first target."

Silver groaned and shoved the archer away good naturedly his expression wrinkled in disgust as he set his bow down before dusting off his trousers.

"Fuck off. I can't believe I put up with you and your phony bird-shit."

Falkner laughed jovially.

"Which kind? Hypothetical or literal?"

Silver decided then and there now was a good time to go get a drink, Falkner dogging his steps the whole way being a total nuisance as he sang in a truly terrible falsetto that vaguely resembled Lady Gaga songs.


"DUDE WHAT THE FUCKS A BOGEY?! WHO THE FUCK MAKES THESE TERMS UP!?"

Morty roared as he stared the point card he held, down, scowling as he placed his ball at the start position again. Gold was beside himself with laughter. They were currently still on the very first hole because Morty was seemingly incapable of putting gently.

"Bogeys belong up your nose. Joking, it's a term in golf used for when you score the hole one shot over the 'par'- and... yo...Morty, dude, bro, bro, anyone EVER told you 'gently does it'?"

Gold grinned and Morty flipped him off, flicking his blonde hair out of his violet eyes as he concentrated on his impossible task- Gold knew Morty was finding this hard. The gymnast had some serious hand eye coordination flaws. It was hilarious. Red was lying on the fake grass of the course idly plucking the plastic strands and sticking them into his bellybutton. When the awkward male was prompted on what the hell he was doing- Red merely replied he was creating a miniature Zen garden in his bellybutton. It had been grossly satisfying watching the scarlet eyed man as he struggled to pick the meagre grains of sand from the mini golf terrain before sprinkling the speck of grit into his navel.

Gold knew Green would be absolutely riveted, honestly beyond entranced by such a... well frankly Red's bellybutton looked like some mutant shiny spiky caterpillar was making nest there.

Either way it was sheer beauty. Gold wondered if Red was going to try Instagram-ing the scene.

Sniggering heartily Gold watched Morty out the corner of his eyes as Red proceeded to inhale a deep sniff of some god knows what tropical flower, a dreamy smile breaking out over his features at the scent. Gold decided there and then Red was a total crack head- like he was before but this just took it to a whole new level. Pikachu was no better than his master, passed out on his back his furry lean stomach bared to the world he rolled about with a small pouch of catnip his slit pupils blown as the cat euphorically chewed on the drug for felines.

"What's gentle? I don't have that word in my dictionary."

Morty replied acidly and Gold smirked, leaning on his putter stick as he watched the blonde with increasing entertainment. He cringed when the ball went flying into the mini lake with an almighty splash as it had hit the water with considerable force. Morty swore and Gold didn't even bother making a comment this time.

"I can't do this."

Morty growled and Gold grinned, he was in the lead with a perfect hole in one, Red had taken two hits and Morty... Gold checked the tally chart he had made and laughed- on his 16th try. Making a forced sad face at him Gold tried his damndest not to laugh at the look of complete outrage on Morty's features as said expression darkened further. Gold blew him a sloppy kiss.

"Look like you're going to be my bitch for the rest of the day."

Gold ducked the heavy swing the blonde dealt out with the gold club, whistling in amazement, holding his hands up in defence Gold took a dramatic step back, almost tripping over Red who hissed hands covering his mini-Zen garden- ugh bellybutton sanctuary thing as if protecting it.

"Temper bro. You can't just swing that shit round like you want to kill people, not cool."

Morty looked like he wanted to spit venom.

"Fuck off Hunter. I'm in a shitty mood cause of this fucking hangover and fuck, I'm playing a fucking waste of time fuck that I can't even fucking fuck! FUCK! Can't even fuck Falkner, fuck... Fuck this! Fuck you! You're going to be become my fuck-toy, SHIT!"

The blonde snarled viciously, hating his current situation as the golf ball whizzed from where he had smacked it so viciously to thud into a nearby palm tree so violently the thin trunk swayed with the motion. Gold stared at Morty in awe.

"That's a lot of fucks to give."

"I FUCKING DON'T GIVE ANY FUCKING FUCKS."

"Sounds like you fuck a lot. If you know what I mean. So Morty, I have a serious offer for you to consider."

Morty paused in his aiming of his 18th shot on the first hole, his violet eyes guarded and hazy with the remaining alcohol and varying stages of lust developing as his hormones raged.

"What?"

Gold winked at him before sliding his jeans down on his hips to expose the fact he was going commando and too display a neat dark happy trail, and the top of his elegant, narrow hipbones, the skin in a shade two tones lighter than his normal tan.

"Wanna fuck?"

Gold grinned cheekily, waggling his eyebrows before with a shriek- rather girlish one mind you, skidded off, Morty hot on his heels trying to rip him a new one via golf club as he spewed poisonous dark promises that he would gut the strong hawkeyed male in his sleep with his cock- Gold merely laughed and taunted the Johto gymnast further- who was revealed to be an awfully moody and violent on a hangover. Red raised himself up on his elbows as to not disturb his garden and looked at Pikachu who flicked an ear. Red looked back at the two in vague interest:

"Plebs."

Pikachu snuffled euphorically in agreement. Humming Red went back to adjusting his miniature garden with great care.

He had big plans tonight.

Plans that involved him, Green and this mini-Zen garden.

Red hoped to high heaven/ or hell, whichever you preferred, that Green liked his garden. Red scratched his nose as he anxiously placed the carcass of a dead ant in the 'garden' wondering if it looked out of place.

Discarding the body of the bug Red sighed.

This was getting serious.