This choice: Red, being the skinny guy he is, enjoys a light breakfast (this time...). • Go Back...Chapter #4Red, being the skinny guy he is, enjoys a light... by: Mizu   "Aww, yes!" Red grinned as platters of eggs, pancakes, and bacon appeared on the table. His mother grinned, too, as she watched her son fill his plate. Then her grin fell when she realized how he'd filled it: with a single pancake and strip of bacon, a spoonful of eggs, and a few strawberries that she'd also brought out. "Awesome pancakes as always, mom!"
"And if you're only eating one, I'll just have to send the rest along with you in a care package, I suppose!" Reds mother sighed, but her smile returned. Sheepishly, Red reached for another pancake, but she batted his band away. "Oh, don't bother. I know you wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, sweetie, with that appetite of yours. It's just that..."
Red's mother paused, and he paused mid-bit to look up at her. She was still smiling, but something in her expressed had changed. She looked...anxious? And a little embarrassed, too. "It's just that...well, you'll be traveling around all of Kanto! And you're so..." Another pause. "...skinny."
Red rolled his eyes and resumed chewing. "You say that like it's a bad thing, mom," he said, then decided that he'd had enough breakfast (leaving half a pancake and some eggs uneaten). As he rose from his seat, he stretched, then rushed to grab his jeans as they began sliding off his hips. They were skinny jeans, mail-ordered from the Celadon City Department Store; the smallest sizes at all of the local stores were all too big for Red.
His mother raised an eyebrow. "Thank goodness Kanto doesn't have a Flying-type Gym Leader, or he or she would literally blow you away!" Red's mother quipped, rushing after he son as he fled the table, "At least wear a belt! And surely you're going to wear more than that black tank top and that old jacket of yours! And you've hardly packed anything! Red!"
Red had opened the door to his house, but turned and gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek. "I love you, mom. Thanks for breakfast. And please don't worry; the first gym is just down the road, in Viridian. I'll be fine."
Red's mother sighed, deflating, and then smiled at her son with sad eyes. "Viridian. That's true." She then brightened considerably. "Does that mean I should expect you home for dinner?"
Red had already raced away, his long legs carrying him down the path that led to the heart of their small town. From nowhere, he'd put on his favorite cap and his backpack; maybe he was more prepared than she had thought. And somehow, he managed to keep his pants up. "Doesn't work that way, mom!" Red shouted, looking back toward his shrinking mother, "I'll send you a postcard when I get to Saffron!"
"Saffron?" Red's mother was wide-eyed, "Safrron?! Red, if you don't-" Something about her son's figure growing smaller in the distance made her stop shouting. He wouldn't be coming home today; he was already on his journey.
"Be safe! And visit when you can!" she shouted, keeping her voice strong, despite her dampening eyes, "And hey, capture some Snorlaxes! You could benefit from their influence!"
Her son turned back toward her again. He might have wryly grinned at his mother, he might have rolled his eyes, but then he was gone, headed in the direction of...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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