[Oh no Green's tired and upset too. Bulba had spent a while ~brooding~ in his room before coming down so maybe he wouldn't look so glum, but now Green is looking glum so its just a dominos effect of glumness.]
[No no, Bulba, Green is feeling glum for you. He stands aside, directing his Pokemon into his bedroom, before following him with a small carton of ice cream. He closes the door behind him.]
[He opens it up. Look at that it was mint chocolate chip, fresh from that boutique ice cream parlor where all the drama happens. As if it would help. But it was all he could think to do.]
[He'd been really good about manning up and not crying up till this point. Now he was just going to bury his face in Green's shoulder with a feeble nod. He knew that. He couldn't expect an answer to something like that right away, that's not how these things worked. But the way he had looked...]
[He's a crazy What If machine and he's on a roll. He doesn't want to voice them though, lest they come true, so he just nods dumbly and clings to him because that totally isn't weird. If Green said it would be alright, it was going to be alright. He'd just have to get over this was all. Hope you don't mind that your shoulder might be getting a little wet in the meantime.]
Though he's offering you some of the ice cream and you should really help him out with that, otherwise he's going to eat all of it and be 10x more miserable.]
[And then he was self conscious about being yellow forever. He kept quiet around his mouthful of ice cream for a moment. He had his doubts, but if Green believed it... then he'd just have to re-convince himself that it was a fact. Bulba nodded after a moment, and then he sort of half pouted at Green.]
[There wasn't a way to express how grateful he was or how much Bulba appreciated him. There weren't enough words and there weren't enough little gestures he could make that would let him share this the feeling he was holding on to right then.]
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Hey.
MY NOTIFS are being dumb
Hey...
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So... how'd it go?
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Well... I'm not on fire?
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where all the drama happens. As if it would help. But it was all he could think to do.]Yeah, but... how did it go?
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I... I don't know.
[He's just going to awkwardly pull his knees up to his chest.]
He kind of kicked me out.
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[Green thinks about offering to kick Char's ass for him, but decides it won't really help the situation at all.]
... You can stay here tonight, if you want.
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[You thought you had an Ivysaur, but really you just have a Glooooom. An attractive smelling one.]
Do you think he'll really be okay with it?
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Give that asshole some time. He'll remember you're too important to fuck around with.
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... 'm sorry.
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Bulba, you don't have anything at all to be sorry about. He'll be sorry, I promise you that.
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Bulba you are a grass type what are you doing.GREEN DO YOU HAVE SPOONS...]no subject
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.... This is the best ice cream ever. S-sssob.]
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Though he's offering you some of the ice cream and you should really help him out with that, otherwise he's going to eat all of it and be 10x more miserable.]
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Hey, Bulba...
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[Oh that came out quieter than he hoped it would. Bulba will just blame it on the very delicious ice cream.]
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The only thing weird about you is your color palate. You got that?
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And then he was self conscious about being yellow forever.He kept quiet around his mouthful of ice cream for a moment. He had his doubts, but if Green believed it... then he'd just have to re-convince himself that it was a fact. Bulba nodded after a moment, and then he sort of half pouted at Green.]It's not that weird.
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It's pretty weird. But a lot of trainers would give their left arm to get a shiny Pokemon, so it's a good weird.
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[He was smiling a little. Bulba leaned over, resting his head against Green's shoulder again.]
Hey, Green?
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Yes?
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... Thank you.
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Any time at all, buddy.