010// A Valentine's for Fuel (and later a Kirby)

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[Related to the Shenanigans at hand, Bulba ended up cooking some treats for his team (of course), close friends (if you think they'd get them from him, they did), and Kirby of course.]

[But on to the shenanigans. Thank goodness for being early to rise, because the morning was awfully busy getting ready for the rest of the day. Bulba had snuck himself down to the student kitchens, hoping to get at them before others did, since it was silly to think that he'd be the only one endeavoring to make fresh treats that day.

So there he was, leaning against one of the counters with a mixing bowl in the crook of his arm as he stirred away, not really noticing that there may or may not have been some robot lurking under a table.]

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[AHA there were the pans he was looking for. He grabbed them and paused. Fuel was asking what kind of cookies he liked. For some reason this seemed like a very important question and he kept his head hidden in the cabinet for a moment just because his face had gone even redder.] Oh, uh...

[Actually this was a really hard question now that he was thinking about it. He rocked back on his heels as he took the pans back to his bowls, obviously giving it a lot of thought.]

...Any... I guess? [He gave an embarrassed laugh.] I'll eat any of them, I've got a big sweet tooth.

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[Well, that made things a lot simpler. Fuel nodded, reading through the list of ingredients one more time before setting about gathering them. He was just going to. have to make a big batch of nut cookies.]

That's good.

[Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a little voice reminding him that these were for Angie. Bulba was cool and all, and yeah he had started looking really nice but it wasn't the same. Most of his mind, though, was not in agreement, and it was this part of him that had him stealing glances at him out of the corner of his eye as he worked, and had him searching for conversation topics, though he would normally have been content to work in silence.]

You got any plans? Y'know, for Valentines.

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[Similarly, the batch of regular brownies that Bulba was scooping into one of the dishes was meant for Green and Kirby. A bowl of your standard chocolate chip cookie dough was chilling in the fridge for everyone else (it was the one thing he had managed to get done the night before). But at the same time, he was finding himself wondering if maybe Fuel liked brownies. Or if he'd like any. Or if there was anything else he could suddenly do to make them a bit more special in the off chance that he did like brownies. Extra chocolate chips?? Welp. Just gonna stick them in the oven.

...Oh... Valentines plans...]

I was going to catch some lunch with Kirby and we were probably going to hang out for a while.

[It sounded like just a regular few hours with a friend, really. A creeping sense of guilt was tickling at the back of his mind, but he wasn't registering it. Bulba glanced over at him, looking rather fascinated over what he was doing.]

... What about you?

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I dunno. [He shrugged.] Figure I was just gonna send these out an' go back to my room. Doesn't really need to be anythin' other than a normal day.

[Any other day, Fuel would have been perfectly happy with that. He knew that. But now, it had him giving Bulba what he hoped was a subtle and not too wistful(Not that Fuel knew what that word means) look, and had his voice taking a slightly upset tone. Yeah, it was just a normal day for him, and yesterday, he was content to let that rest. Now, though, the only thing he could think about was wanting to spend it with Bulba.

Love was a funny thing.]

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[As someone who had made that exact same look a number of times, Bulba thought it was pretty safe to say that Fuel was making The Look and that his heart should be hammering appropriately. Ah, there it went. Nevermind the fact that he should have been looking forward to a very lovely day with someone he was actually involved with, right now he was occupied with the tragedy that was Fuel shutting himself away in his room. Alone. Without Ivysaur companionship. Tragic.]

Well... [Fiddle fiddle with a spoon.] ... If you're not planning on doing anything later... [FIDDLE FIDDLE.] Maybe you'd like to do something this evening? Or earlier... or...

[Wow the refrigerator sure looked interesting take a look at that.]

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[Yeah man these inanimate objects were just fascinating today. This cookie dough, in particular, had Fuel's full attention at the moment, and he was grinning at it as if it had just announced that he'd won the lottery.]

Uh... Yeah! Yeah, okay. [He nodded decisively.] When's good for you?

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[OH WHOA THAT WORKED.]

Maybe sometime around 5? 4? Whenever.

[RIGHT NOW. Oh god he's practically radiating sparkles.]

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Four or five sounds good.

[fidget fidget.]

Um. Unless you wanna hang out earlier or somethin'... I mean, I'm not really doin' anything.

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[As much as his most of him was going "LET'S JUST GO NOW," there was still the much quieter, more rational loyal side of him reminding him of his previous obligations.]

Four for sure. [Fidget.]

But if... I'm not busy earlier... I can totally drop by?

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[Fuel really did just want to say 'Let's go now', and, unlike Bulba, there was no loyalty telling him otherwise. There was just the fact that Bulba didn't seem to want to hang out right away, and that was enough.]

Great! I can't wait.