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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[coveredinsoot.livejournal.com]

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.]

[coveredinsoot.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[coveredinsoot.livejournal.com]

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?

[coveredinsoot.livejournal.com]

[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.