A.N.: Have you ever noticed how similar doing a new story here is to fishing? You bait your hook up with your first chapter, wait for people to bite into your story, and reel in reviews. I must say, fishing is more relaxing. With a new story, your always worried that nobody will like it. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed. To answer a question, Red just kind of grew up like that. He never had a reason to be shy. But, I will hopefully expand on both their characters this chapter. I hope you like it, and r/r!

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Red and Purple got on a transport twenty minutes later. Purple carried one suitcase and a carton that held all his belongings. A few minutes after sitting down, Red started getting restless.

"I wish they would hurry up. I mean, there is so many better things to be doing than sitting on a transport," he complained to Purple. "I mean there's nothing to do but sit."

Purple said nothing. Red watched him as he looked out the window. 'He sure is quiet,' he thought. 'So unlike me. I usually ignore people like him.' He wondered why he was so quiet for a moment. Surly that nasty boss of his wasn't that bad. Besides, if he was, Purple could just quit. His musings were cut off by the arrival at the Capitol.

Red got up with Purple and grabbed Purple's suitcase. Leading him off the train and down the street, he headed for his apartment. When they got there, they went in and Red dumped Purple's suitcase on the couch. "Well, it's not much. Just one bedroom. You'll have to sleep on the couch. But, it's temporary," Red said. Purple just nodded, putting the carton next to the suitcase. Red studied him for a moment. "You know, you look like you could use a night out on the town," he said. Purple's eyes got wide.

"N-no. Really, th-that's all right. I'm f-fine," he protested. Red stared at him.

"You've never been out on the town before?" he asked.

"Um, n-no," Purple said uncertainly, looking apprehensive. Red was silent for a moment.

"I've scared you. I don't scare people. Well, OK, I do, but not when I'm not trying," he exclaimed. Purple looked at him with a wide-eyed expression. "Well, lets go get something to eat, and get your stuff put away. We'll have a busy day tomorrow. What do you like?"

"Um. Well, anything, really. I don't get out much," Purple answered.

"OK, then. I'll take you to this awesome place I know about," Red said. He led Purple out the door and down the street. After taking a turn down another street, they came to a café. The sign on the door said 'attitude required'. Purple looked apprehensive about this. "Come on," Red said.

As they walked in, several people called out to Red. He called out to them, in turn, too. "And this is Purple, everyone. He's new in town," he told people.

"Oh, is he that dude that's the same height as you?" one person asked.

"Yea, he is. I went over to Senator Kejin's to meet him," Red answered. He ordered for both of them. "You can't get it too spicy," he told a dubious Purple.

He walked around, eating from a bowl and introducing Purple to various acquaintances as Purple poked at his own bowl. "Are you sure I'll like it?" he asked Red.

"Oh, come on, Pur, it's good," Red answered. Purple finally took a big bite, which was a big mistake. It was rather spicy. "Hey, look! That's Aser." (A.N.: If anyone wonders where I get these names, I just close my eyes and hit some buttons on the keyboard.) Red led a sputtering Purple over to a medium-height Irkin. "Hello, bud. This is Purple."

"Well, hello, Purple. So, you're the other tall guy, huh?" Aser said.

"Uh, yea," Purple answered, feeling auquard. His years of tending Kejin had left him so shy that he couldn't talk well to people due to an inability to find words.

"Well, it sure was a shock to us to find out that some poor slip like him would get the highest position in our society," Aser answered.

"Well, it's not for certain yet. Pur here might end up with the position," Red said.

"Yea, well, you always did have the right temperament. All the kids admired you for it. Not your teachers, though," Aser said. "But, as for HIM," he continued, elbowing Purple hard in the gut. Purple fell, the contents of the bowl going everywhere.

"That was not called for," Red said, helping Purple to his feet.

"Sorry," Aser said. "Inspiration struck." Red punched him hard in his face.

"Come on, Pur, let's go," he said, leading Purple out onto the street. "I'm sorry. I would have steered clear of him if I'd known that he was in another mood."

"It's fine," Purple said. Red looked at him. He was staring ahead of them, not seeming to be paying the slightest bit of attention to where they were headed. Not knowing what else to say, Red remained silent.

When they got back to Red's apartment, Red cleared out a small closet for Purple to use. After hanging his few clothes up and putting the carton in the corner of the closet, Purple got ready for bed. "Here's a blanket and a pillow, if you want them," Red said. Purple took them.

"Thanks," he said.

"Tomorrow, we need to go see the government authorities," Red said. "Well, I'm off to bed." With that, he went into his room.

Purple lay on the couch, thinking about what had happened at the café. He'd had more than his share of being made fun of, of course. That he was used to. But he'd never had someone stand up for him before. He'd gotten used to just taking it, and waiting the bullies out. To have someone chase them away for his benefit was strange and amazingly nice.