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The Pokemon House, as the residents of New Bark Town call it, has never been a particularly quiet place. His mother is fond of blaring both radio and television at a time, humming her own tunes as she works on house chores here or works at her desk there, and between she and the dozens of Pokemon that fill the void her son leaves when he's off saving the world, they give plenty of cause for someone to call the police on them for noise pollution. Or they would, assuming they had any neighbors close enough to care, much less any neighbor who wasn't already a personal friend of the household. It comes to a surprise to him, then when the volume has been turned down to a near inaudible level when he drags Silver through the front door for the first time. His poor, unaware mother thinks that this is the first time he's had a friend over, and despite the fact that any vision of order in this building has already been shattered from those nights that the younger teen has already slipped in through their window and invaded their privacy, she doesn't know that. So she puts on a face. Cooks up a fancy meal. Sends the Pokemon off to Professor Elm's lab so they don't bombard the two. This is all probably for the better, though, seeing as the first thing the red head does after introductions have come and gone is make a bee line for the television. The only real reason why he's here and entering the home like a normal person is because the old Goldenrod Radio director's children show airs on television for the first time tonight, and Gold promised to let him use his television to watch it in exchange for a favor or so. He knows he shouldn't expect him to hold up an act and pretend like he's interested in anything other than Proteam Omega's highly anticipated pilot, but that doesn't stop a pout from forming on his lips all the same.[break][break]

Those favors end up being cashed in immediately, and no sooner than dinner has been finished does the breeder pull his friend out of the house and onto the streets of his hometown. There aren't many places of interest to be found here, he admits, but they stop at each and every one, starting with the small vendors in the downtown area and finishing their tour with the pool hall that started it all. DJ Mary sings to them a song about a girl and her Fletchling, and when the sound is cut short from a thieving Murkrow outside, all he can do is laugh. It's about time he upgraded to a new radio, he explains when he makes no move to remedy the fact. Another billiards ball rolls into its desired hole as The Exchanger looks on in silence. (The air around them is full of comfortable quiet; this wasn't a trip wasted.)[break][break]

“You know, you don't always have to make yourself a stranger,” Gold says. Honchkrow flaps its wings expectantly, impatient to get on the road again and confused as to why its trainer hasn't given it the order to go, but two pairs of eyes made of precious metals meet each other then, and he knows that his friend is really listening this time. “My, uh... mom really likes you. She wants you to come over again soon.”[break][break]

Giovanni's son takes off into the night in a flurry of cherry hair and jet black feathers, off to some nearby hideout from which he'll likely depart in the morning to disappear off the map once more. Still, the Pokemon House's only child closes the front door with a grin, heart feather light in his chest as he calls it a night. Against the quiet of a darkening New Bark evening, it had been impossible to hear those parting words:[break][break]

“... I'll think about it.”