#;;admittedly had a hard time because I didn't wanna refer to baby green as she/her

[greenxprof]

Flashback + meeting Red

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Pidgey sang their morning song once more, a beautiful day rising from the horizon. The sun rose slowly, rays of light breaking through the young child's window.

Voices were heard downstairs, before eyes could even open. Familiar, deep and old, the voice of a Grandfather who rarely spent the morning home to begin with.

Curiosity woke the child up, and lead it downstairs to peek at today's event. Maybe his grandfather would stay for the day, maybe they would visit the kid's mother once more?

But upon arriving down, faces the kid's never seen before. A young woman with hair like a tree bark, and a tall, strong man with a red cap resting his hand upon her shoulder.

The kid prepared to turn back, but something else showed up before they could leave.

A small boy, around the kid's age most likely. He clung to his mother's dress, droopy eyes avoiding the sight of adults, shy and retracted.

Both kids saw each other, and suddenly the world seemed a little less scary, a little less boring.

"Ah, you're awake." said the grandfather, turning to the child who just showed up. "This is ▊▊▊▊▊! She just turned five. Daisy's younger sister."

The two unknown adults giggled, and the woman gently pushed her son forward. They announced his name, Red.

Red shrunk further, too shy to approach this new kid he just met. The kid thought a boy should be more courageous, and so they stepped forward, thumb pointing at their own chest.

"Hey Red! From now on, you're gonna be my friend!" said the kid, leaving Red no choice.

The Grandfather seemed unhappy about the child's behavior, shaking his head apologetically at their brand new neighbors. They seemed amused, though, happy to see their introverted son had someone willing to befriend him.

The child approached, grabbing Red's hand without a care in the world. They had bright orange hair, tiny freckles around their face, and the eyes of someone who didn't want to hear no.

"Let's go play outside!"

And they did. The child cared not for Red's quietness, lack of words, shy movements, unsure eyes. He barely knew how to play properly, and the child thought this was odd.

Odd, so odd the child had no choice but teach Red how to play like a proper kid.

But, odd and shy, Red seemed like a good friend, the child thought. Not the kind of kid that would make fun of them, that would say bad things about the way they'd behave... Red looked like someone who would be willing to hear all about that they had to say.

When the sun hit the peak, Red's parents left the house, goodbye to Grandfather and Daisy. It's time to go, they said, but the child puffed their cheeks before pointing an inquisitive finger at their new friend:

"We're gonna play more tomorrow. I'll come get you after breakfast!"

It might have been the kid's imagination, but Red's lips tilted upwards in a shy smile of approval. Whichever's the case, Red played with them the next day. And the next, and the next...