[ His name wasn't listed out, but Red waits close to the teleporters after following Silver to them, in an attempt to bump into those that were. The ones that he knows anyway, some who were people who have been more than kind to him since coming to Luceti.
His hands feel restless as he waits there, even more so without his bag to hold onto any longer. Pikachu stands on top of his head, holding on by his hair as his cheeks give out a light to illuminate their position as they both keep watch for those certain faces.
He almost wants to pray- and maybe the desperate and frustrated Stay safe, okay? that rings heavy in his head would act the same as any other he's given in his life. But prayers wouldn't reach everybody, and they're words and desires that Red would rather express in person.
Even if he's not sure they're worth anything at all. ]
[Near to the teleporters]
His hands feel restless as he waits there, even more so without his bag to hold onto any longer. Pikachu stands on top of his head, holding on by his hair as his cheeks give out a light to illuminate their position as they both keep watch for those certain faces.
He almost wants to pray- and maybe the desperate and frustrated Stay safe, okay? that rings heavy in his head would act the same as any other he's given in his life. But prayers wouldn't reach everybody, and they're words and desires that Red would rather express in person.
Even if he's not sure they're worth anything at all. ]