nirvanicpurloiner:

Simply, this was the backlash of the Rocket heir’s sarcasm, though it was more subtle. A form of ‘karma’ if you would, as Klepto had already had the ‘nickname’ in mind when he’d started making his assumptions of the fiery redhead. Perhaps to be considered more of a ‘title’, rather than a affectionate nickname. A dry chuckle left the purloiner, not one for being called anything other than his nickname it seemed. Perfect. It’d been so long since he’d found someone who couldn’t stand these carefully thought out nicknames he handed out, a few here and there that showed distaste for them, but had quickly warmed up to the ideas of them. Antagonizing people had been a past time for him for so long, and this was the pattern he’d followed for so long. The one that had been disrupted by people who seemed to just not give and shits or piss over the things he did to specifically poke and prod at them. 

“Hm?” a well acted shiver on sight at the icy glare that had been sent his way with those cold steel eyes,“Ridiculous? Now, now~ It’s not every day tha’ I would call sumone by tha’ sort ‘a nickname,” which was mostly true, he’d call one other woman a princess or queen before— but that had been blatant mockery for the prudishness she’d exhibited towards the man for hire,“‘sides, what’s one more nickname? Jus’ shows how many people ya know, an’ actually care ta claim ya as a friend,”

A little white lie, Klepto still not entirely sure if he wanted to count this tittle brat as a friend—- or even a acquaintance, and for the most part he was sure that Silver could figure that much out as well. At least…the whole them…being….friends of all things.

“…if ya’d rather tho, I could call ya Grigio, but tha’s a lot uglier soundin’ than Piccolo Principe, si?” slow down on the Italian there, Klepto. Soon you’re going to start speaking it, and then you’re really going to annoying the little prince beyond what you have already,“Rosso’d be a good one too,” not really, it was just as plain and boring as ‘grigio’,“But I still like Piccolo Principe best,”

“Considered me terrible honored, then.” Yet again, he was speaking in the tone of a boy that wasn’t going to bother putting any real thought into his false appreciation. It would have been more effective had he smiled, but the thought of doing so for no absolute reason was ridiculous and Silver wasn’t really going to go that far to just give words that were as fake as the other’s in terms of being genuine. Not only was the innocence in both of them so fake it was almost like glass you could see through, but Silver knew without a doubt he was no where near being close to being considered a friend by the older man. A thief just like himself, perhaps, but that didn’t mean they could understand each other. The redhead was kind enough to not promise he was going to tell the police– since it would clearly put him in harms way while he was at it– but the guy wasn’t too keen on believing him, which should’ve been expected anyway despite his promise. His mistake for assuming, he supposed, and now he was walking home with a man named ‘Mr. Kleptomaniac’ by his side as if he had adopted some sort of puppy when it was raining outside. The thought made him close his eyes briefly and utter a quiet sigh. Why was it always him that ended up meeting the people that were difficult to get rid of for some godforsaken reason? It was a curse, and not one he was happy to have when he didn’t like being forced into conversations with people as it is already.

“Not really, though.” The heir added at last, shifting his hands in his pockets a little as he spoke. “If I’m anything to you in that head of yours, I’m an enemy because you don’t trust me for seeing what you did, and I’m not going to say you’re wrong for doing so but don’t lie to me and make it so obvious. It’s offensive.” Friends… Ha, such a thing was foreign to him to begin with. He had Gold and Crystal, and naturally Blue but she was more of a sister figure than anything else to him. Every one of the other Dexholders were acquaintances  if anything… They talked every now and then but it wasn’t anything that big to where he could trust them with things he’d prefer to tell the people he was more close to. Blame the fact he’s more socially inept than the pokemon who has its own mouth sewn shut… If there was one.

Oh, great, he was still going on about nicknames. Wonderful. One gloved hand lifted to pinch the bridge of Silver’s nose in irritation, that building just a little more with every nickname that followed it. Was he TRYING to make him mad or something? Mr. Klepto was succeeding if that was truly his objective, that was for certain but somehow or another the teenager managed to keep his visible irritation to the simple glare he shot in the taller’s direction. “Quit speaking Italian.” Silver snapped, namesake pools narrowing a bit. Why were all the people he met so stubborn– Okay, you know what. “Call me whatever the hell you want, just stick to ONE. I have enough from Gold, but sure, do what you want.”

And with a huff the younger just speeds up his pace, turning a corner as worn soles make contact with the ground and making a small scuffing sound against it. For the love of Arceus, this was giving him a headache. “Hurry up, I want to get home and you’re already a hindrance as it is.”