[Sometime after Gold's arrival, he decides to finally head back to the place he called home. He'd claimed his clothes, retrieved his Pokémon, and gotten his bearings.
That's when he spotted Crys in the living room, wasting away on the couch. Sure, it seemed like she was trying to look busy with something, but he could see it, as plain as day. She was preoccupied with something. Something intense. Something mind-wrenching. Something... something.
...Ah well. Gold couldn't waste deliberating over what she might or might not be occupied with. What mattered is he needed to cure her of that. Somehow.
He enters the living room, quietly, approaching the couch from behind. And then he leans over it, over Crys' shoulder.]
You know, you're supposed to be the super-serious no-nonsense type, not the mopey emo type.
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That's when he spotted Crys in the living room, wasting away on the couch. Sure, it seemed like she was trying to look busy with something, but he could see it, as plain as day. She was preoccupied with something. Something intense. Something mind-wrenching. Something... something.
...Ah well. Gold couldn't waste deliberating over what she might or might not be occupied with. What mattered is he needed to cure her of that. Somehow.
He enters the living room, quietly, approaching the couch from behind. And then he leans over it, over Crys' shoulder.]
You know, you're supposed to be the super-serious no-nonsense type, not the mopey emo type.