What. [There's a very noticeable edge at that, a crackling noise in the air. There aren't any dark clouds forming inside of Red's house, perhaps only due to the small voice of reason in the back of his mind that says "don't you dare start causing a rainstorm in Red's house" that serves as an emotional wedge holding him back, but there certainly is an angry spike in temperature here.
Cilan doesn't personally know Ludger, hell the only time they ever really talk to each other is just occasionally exchanging quick pleasantries at the restaurant, but... Cilan knows that he's someone important to Silver. He's seen the two of them talk and interact with one another, knows that Silver lives together with him and Milla...
... Silver's still living with the person that killed Red and two Pokemon, including one of his own.]
Does... does Silver know this? [If he really means something to Silver, what that must've been like for him--Silver probably does already know too, doesn't he? And yet... why...
But then Cilan looks down and finally notices the potential threat of fire here, as he then jolts out of the chair he's sitting in.]
Red? Hey... [There's a slight second of hesitation, but he reaches out to try to place a calming hand on Red's shoulder. His hands are too warm to get the effect that he normally tries to have when doing this sort of thing here, but hopefully he can still get the sentiment across--breathe, it's going to be okay...]
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Cilan doesn't personally know Ludger, hell the only time they ever really talk to each other is just occasionally exchanging quick pleasantries at the restaurant, but... Cilan knows that he's someone important to Silver. He's seen the two of them talk and interact with one another, knows that Silver lives together with him and Milla...
... Silver's still living with the person that killed Red and two Pokemon, including one of his own.]
Does... does Silver know this? [If he really means something to Silver, what that must've been like for him--Silver probably does already know too, doesn't he? And yet... why...
But then Cilan looks down and finally notices the potential threat of fire here, as he then jolts out of the chair he's sitting in.]
Red? Hey... [There's a slight second of hesitation, but he reaches out to try to place a calming hand on Red's shoulder. His hands are too warm to get the effect that he normally tries to have when doing this sort of thing here, but hopefully he can still get the sentiment across--breathe, it's going to be okay...]