501. insipid: uninteresting; having no flavor

Green's canvas was too smothered with paint for any more work to be done, so he set it aside to dry, and prepared himself a mug of instant coffee. He was starting to doze off again, which would be quite dangerous as the sun was already sinking and if he fell asleep, he just might not wake up. He first filled the mug with clean snow and then propped it up extremely close to the fire, watching the white fluff melt into liquid. He dumped in a packet of coffee powder and carefully put on gloves before taking the cup out of the fire and swirling it around to mix in some clumps that had formed. He could feel the warmth of the drink even through the gloves, and it was a welcomed treat: his hands had been starting to freeze after painting for a while.

He absentmindedly sipped some of the coffee, burnt his tongue, choked at the insipid flavor, and then set it aside, grimacing all the while. He pulled out a cup and melted some more snow and started cleaning his paintbrushes. The clear water turned into a foggy... viridian color.

502. convene: to bring together

His loud brush shaking (he was trying to whip the water off, since he had no cloth to wipe the brushes) seemed to be a call for everybody to convene. Yellow finished soon after, and Green passed her the cup of water, which turned into a green, murky color as she stirred in oranges and yellow pigments. Leaf walked in, her teeth chattering and her lips blue, but split in a proud smile. She waited for Yellow to finish, and then swirled the water with blues and purples. And lastly, Red padded over to take the cup and wash out the reds and browns from his brushes.

The pokemon gently shook each other awake, and they all blearily sat up or opened an eye to watch the mini art show.

503. fortuitous: occurring by chance

This time, no one seemed eager to share, and it would have been a standstill if Umbreon's timing had not been so fortuitous - she yawned, jumped off Arcanine's back, walked over to Green, and knocked his painting over for everybody to see.

Leaf was the first to break the silence. "Is that... a dratini?" Green face palmed. Leaf laughed. "Hahaha, man I'm kidding, that's actually a really good Gyarados. I didn't know you could paint." She held up hers next: the landscape of Kanto as could be seen from the mountain peak, with Articuno and Suicune and Regice and Dialga and Thundurus and Yveltal painted in fancifully in the scenery. Well, the legendaries looked more like blobs with wings and feathers, but Leaf was proud of herself so the three others clapped respectfully.

504. feasible: capable of being done

Yellow had painted Pika and Chuchu snoozing peacefully, with an egg in between the two. Green raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, your and Red's pikachus didn't just meet by chance... they had a kid?"

Yellow nodded. "Yup! Do you want to see their egg? I think it's close to hatching!" She took out a pokeball, in which lay a mottled egg. She handed it to Green, who could feel vibrations on the inside. His mind was blown quite thoroughly - he had never even thought that Red's antisocial demonic rodent would bother with girl and reproduction. Green hadn't even thought it feasible for Pika to woo a girl. Green, in his suave glory, had lost to Pika.

505. guile: slyness in dealing with others

Green marveled at Pika's guile and ability to charm girls, and passed the egg to Red, who looked at it, and then Pika. Then at Green.

Red turned his canvas around, and the three others gasped. Red had painted the four of them together, holding hands. Despite the limits of essentially dichromatic painting, Red had made a starting likeness of each person with amazing detail (it was such a tiny canvas too!). Green gingerly picked it up and stared at his likeness - he was smiling, not smirking. Red and Leaf were next to him, both smiling in a way that reminded him of lost childhood days of innocent carefree laughs. Red got embarrassed as Green continued to stare at it, so he seized the painting and passed it to Leaf, who stared at it in wonder.

506. kin: one's relatives

Green's jaw was on the floor. He knew that Red's mom could paint (she hung her artwork around the house - Green had asked once where they came from, and she had shyly mentioned that she was the artist), and he also knew that Red was a decent artist, but that level of skill was amazing. Green briefly pondered the possibility of Red being kin to that one famous Unovan artist... Burgh? He dashed the thought soon after; Burgh was a tall and stick thin with a crazy wavy hairdo - genetics would not allow a mutation that extreme in Red's bloodline.

507. apology: a defense in speech or writing of one's beliefs

Side by side, the paintings were so drastically different, whether in color, skill, or style. Red stashed them away to dry and went to wash his hands with some help from Blastoise.

Leaf was still in shock, and she muttered as such to Green. "Oh my Arceus, you know how much that could sell for? Red's got the real deal I tell you, I almost want to apologize for even thinking I was on his level... you get me? Like, Yellow's was cute and still really good, yours was a little like, what the hell is going on, but man his is like... wow." Green nodded sagely. It wasn't often that he agreed so strongly with Leaf, but Red's artistic abilities were astounding, to say the least.

Dinner was a casual arrangement of more stir fry from Yellow, and rice. The sun was dropping fast.

508. specious: seeming to be truthful on the surface, but actually false

The firelight bouncing in the cave gave off the specious impression that the sun was still up and casting more light than it actually was - upon stepping out and looking west, it became clear that the sun was about to set, and it was time to leave. Green rummaged through his pockets and handed over Red's pokeballs, but Red would not return his. As Green was searching the cavern (Red was just sitting by the fire, staring), Leaf and Yellow departed. Leaf was apparently leaving Kanto the next morning, and Yellow would be returning to her apartment in Celadon to work. Green meanwhile, began panicking.

"Red... I need to go, if I wait any longer it's going to be too dark and risky to go back."

509. vogue: prevailing fashion

Green walked over and plopped down by Red in front of the fire. Red was warming Green's jacket, holding it up to the flames. Green rubbed his forehead.

"Red. Red, my jacket is pretty vogue and all but that doesn't mean it'll keep me warm if I stay any later. And I kind of need my pokemon to get down here alive. Please?"

Red shook his head.

510. extrapolate: to predict by extending known information

Green tried to extrapolate a conclusion from Red's actions. Think like Red. I live on mountains and it's my birthday. I have a pikachu. Uh... Green scratched his head, and stared into the fire. "Red, I have to..."

Red reached over to hold his wrist. "Stay."

Green was temporarily lost for words. He turned his eyes to meet with calm red ones. He tried to mouth out a protest, but his vocal cords had something different in mind. In the end, all that came out was a quiet, "Ok."