The executive had been looking for Silver all day; he even went as far as to search in the alleys of Goldenrod city. He spent about fifteen minutes, fuming as well as calling out for the younger, when he heard whimpering. Finding it odd, Proton went to investigate, turning ‘round a corner only to find that Silver was about to get hit by a complete and total stranger.
Proton stood there and stared, growing more and more infuriated with each passing moment. The moment the stranger brought their hand down upon Silver’s cheek was when the Executive snapped. Proton was on that man with a knife in hand faster than you could say ‘Slowpoke tails’.
And, with that knife of his pressed against that person’s throat, the executive let out a low chuckle whilst shaking his head. He then opened his mouth to allow a few words fall out, saying—
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
After that was said, Proton slit the mans throat in one fluid motion, promptly getting up off the man so he could drown in his own blood and bleed out.
It took him a few moments to calm down, but Proton managed to do it, sliding that knife back into his pocket without so much of word to pass his lips. The only thing that mattered was Silver. Was Silver okay? That was the big thing.
Proton then swiftly turned on his heels, and hesitantly approached Silver, slowly reaching out to brush some of those ginger locks out of the younger one’s face. He was unsure of what to do, what since he has never done something like this to keep one he cared about out of harms way. Hell, he rarely cared about anyone at all.
So, the executive wrapped his arms around Silver and pulled him close, muttering, “I should have been here earlier…..”
A shocked expression, a master ball. Really, a masterball…? “Th-thank you…” This had never happened in any of his loops before, or at least he didn’t think it had.
“Happy birthday Silver-. I know it’s early, but still. I wanted to give it to you early just ‘cause.” The executive stated with this grin plastered on his face as he held the Sneasel plush out for the other to take. He wasn’t even going to bother wrapping it for him, because, hell, the teen was going to find out if he wrapped it either way.
A blush covered pale cheeks as a gloved hand took the plushie, argent eyes filled with pure shock. “Pr-Proton… Th-thank you… I wasn’t expecting anybody to remember it was my birthday…” he mumbled, clinging to the tiny Sneasel now, he was happy, but trying to act like he didn’t care. It made him rather happy to be near the other, and his heart fluttered at such a simple gift. He just hoped nobody else saw how it affected him.
