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[The video feed clicks on, and oh hey it's the student kitchens in the background. There's two big pots on the stove and a really big rice cooker over there on the counter and oh hello there's a Bulba in the feed now. He's given up on the effort of trying not to seem really tired, and he seems pretty distracted on top of that.]

In case you were wondering um... Kirby had to go back to Dreamland for a while. Something came up...

[He frowns, looking like he really doesn't want to talk about it and makes a motion towards the stove with his head to switch the subject.]

Oh, uh, if anyone's hungry or whatever, I made some curry and... kind of made too much out of habit... There's both spicy and mild so. People are welcome to it so it doesn't go to waste. It's down here in the student kitchens.

Uh... that's it. Thanks.

[And then the feed cuts off.]

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[He could ignore it. Green was very good at ignoring. It didn't stop the sound of the absolute bewilderment and confusion in Bulba's voice from stabbing him directly in the heart like very few others could. He let out a couple equally shaky laughs, sounding more manic than sheepish, eyes glancing at his bloody hand before darting somewhere off to the side. Anywhere to keep from looking at any of this. He wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, he was a little horrified with himself.]

Ahahah... I'm n-no good in the kitchen anyways, just wasn't paying attention...

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[Bulba said nothing at first. There was nothing he could say in the face of such a ridiculously obvious lie. Luckily the cut seemed fairly shallow. There was a brief warning as he applied the disinfectant.]

... Sorry. I shouldn't have left that out like that.

[He might have treated his trainer's hand a little too vigorously, and tugged on the bandages a little too tightly. You shouldn't have had to cut yourself with it.]

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[Green was quick to answer.]

No! No, it wasn't your fault. You did nothing wrong. It was all me.

[This was so bad. It was all wrong. He essentially just stabbed himself in the back, there was very little else that could be said. He just kind of looked at his shoes in shame.]

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[He shook his head.]

Leaving knives out is sloppy kitchen practice. I'll just take better care from now on.

[Bulba's fingers lingered over the knot of the bandage. Green was hiding something, and was willing to go to this sort of length to keep it quiet. That hurt. Every insecurity he was trying his best to forget was flaring up around him on full alert. What was it that Green couldn't say? Did he know about whatever it was he had done?

Bulba let go of Green's hand, turning his attention to the sink to clean up that mess.]

... Just tell me to stop next time. Please.

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[Green stood there with the Ivysaur for a moment, looking down at the bandage on his hand in silence. Then, in rapid succession, he dumped the scraps on his plate into the trash, gave it a quick rinse, and put it in the drying rack.]

I'm sorry. About Kirby. And that. I'll see you later. I probably just need some sleep.

[And he was gone. He had never felt like a bigger idiot.]

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[Bulba didn't move a muscle until Green had left the room. This was too much. He already felt like scum, and then Kirby had left, and then... He was losing Green too. He placed the washed knife in the drawer, not noticing the horrible clatter when he slammed it shut. Something somewhere was going to have to give.

He sucked in a deep breath, quickly passing his hand over his eyes to wipe any evidence before someone else came into the kitchen for a bite to eat.]