Riding across the ocean on the back of Zekrom always helped cool his nerves— and nerves he most definitely had.
Just him, the roaring engine of that tail generator, the vast endless sea and the light of the moon.
Y-Y-Y-Y-YOU'RE- Y-YOU'RE-YOU'RE— R-R-RE- YOU-YOU-
/ Frequent stammering , almost red in the face as he's a complete lose for words . Shakily pointing at himself and the other back and forth as his sentences constantly trip over each other .
After all who wouldn't lose it ?
He only caught a glimpse of him then , and now he was standing before him .
Red .
THE Red .
Allegedly the Greatest Trainer to ever appear in decades . Beat Team Rocket and the Indigo Plateau at the age of 10 . An idol and inspiration to anyone who called themselves a trainer .
/ Trailing off for a second , the gears slowly turning in his brain as he looks him up and down . . . . ⚙️⚙️
And then , visible lightbulb expression , as his eyes widen to the size of saucers and his brain feels like it just exploded . \
/ And like the snap of a finger , his much more relaxed , earnest mood us dissolved away into a much more . . . neutral one .
As he'd finally lift his head to face the sound of the oh-so familiar berating . \
Oh . Hey Iris . Yeah it is a nice night , huh ?
﹙Okay , this is easy. This can be plesent if she just keeps her mouth shut for a little whi - ﹚
Yeah , you're ALL Mankey brain.
﹙ONE JOB. ONE JOB !!!!! ﹚
I mean uh -
. . . .Heeeeey. Great sky out here tonight , right stranger. . . eheheh . . .