Mr. Blue (Namelessshipping)

Chapter 7: Eight Days

The next day finds the three travelers trekking through the woods, searching for the rest of Red's beasts. Red was silent about their location, and Yellow was tight-lipped, so Blue is left daydreaming off by himself, but that isn't very interesting.

He's got his arms up, crossed back behind his head with his hands on his neck. Slyly, he cuts his eyes left over to Yellow, who's walking the farthest ahead. Her hands are curled into fists at her sides, and she's grinding her fingers against one another. Her Pikachu creeps along at her feet, shooting her despairing glances occasionally. She seems very cross about something, not a good option for entertainment at all.

Blue cuts his eyes further to the left, looking at Red now. He's staring up at the trees while he walks with those fire-red eyes. Blue follows his line of sight. The moss growing over the bark. The green leaves slick with dew. The Caterpie on one of the lower branches. The single red horn on its forehead that splits into two, like a path that starts off going only one way—a forest path covered with brown leaves discarded from overhead trees—but then diverges into two ways to go to one or two destinations. Blue looks back to Red who's watching the Caterpie as he walks past it. His Pikachu stands on his shoulder, the one closest to Blue, with one paw shoved up in his midnight hair, keeping its balance while it watches him watching the Caterpie.

Blue falls into step beside Red, sidling up to him and letting his arms drop. He hits Red on his upper arm with the back of his hand, catching his attention. Red turns his head and gives him a glare. Blue puts his hands up to say something...but finds himself frowning, not knowing enough words to say anything—at least quietly so that Yellow won't hear. Speaking of which...Yellow, Blue decides to say, flicking his wrist twice in the necessary motion and looking to Red. He's not very pleased with his attempt at conversation himself, but he's trying.

Red makes his hands into claws and places them on his stomach, then drags them up and outwards. He's still sort of glaring at Blue while he makes the sign but his eyebrows raise as if he's suggesting a word Blue might be looking for.

Blue shakes his head, trying to indicate he doesn't know what that sign means.

A-N-G-R-Y, Red spells out, Angry.

Yellow angry, Blue says, nodding.

Red sighs and shakes his head at him for some reason before repeating, Angry, while scowling furiously.

Blue copies him, furrowing his brows while he again says, Yellow is angry.

Red nods now, seeming satisfied.

Blue lifts his hands again, wanting to say something but so short on words it seems impossible. It's tedious, but he decides to fingerspell what he wants to ask Red. H-O-W-D-O-Y-O-U-A-S-K-A-Q-U-E-S-T-I-O-N?

Red seems to have to think over the letters for a minute, putting them together in his head. And then he looks up at Blue with this expression that says, 'Okay, I'm going to teach you something.' He upturns his palms and slightly shakes them side to side with his brows furrowed.

Blue repeats, not sure what he's repeating.

Red taps his index finger on the spot between his brows, furrowing them further.

Blue sighs and repeats the sign, making sure to furrow his brows to Red's satisfaction this time.

Now Red fingerspells, W-H-A-T.

Blue nods. Okay. That was the sign for 'what.'

Now Red brings his right hand to his forehead, sort of like a salute, and then brings the hand out and down while turning his hand shape into a 'y.' He keeps his brows furrowed.