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[Lucky for Char, it wasn't asking a lot to intrude on his territory. Go right ahead and intrude.]

... Thanks. I'm not freaking out.

[A lie.]

Good.

[He did not really believe there was no freaking out.]

I'll have your back, alright? There's lots of good stuff about bein' a Charizard. You won't mind bein' so hot. You can borrow my clothes, so you don't gotta sweat that at all. Once the shitty part's over, I can show you how to fly, you can try breathin' fire, and...

[He looked away, feeling a little shy about bringing this last one up:]

...I wouldn't mind sharin' flames once yours comes in. If you wanted to.

[This caught Green's attention, and he perked up to look back at the Charizard. A light, decidedly animalistic thrill ran through his body at the idea.]

... What is that like?

[What was it like to share soul-flames? A tough question: nothing he'd ever experienced as a human quite matched up to it. It was trying to describe a literal version of a concept that was very metaphorical to the average person -- souls embracing just wasn't quite so easy to pull off when yours wasn't burning out in the open.

Charizards as a whole weren't known to be docile or kindhearted creatures, so that just made this one gesture of selfless love and trust all the more important: it was hard to put into words the oasis of calming warmth it brought to a creature that was normally a blazing spitfire, hard to say just how much of it was from the mingling itself and how much was from the knowledge that you could put your most vulnerable self in someone's hands and come away burning brighter, not afraid or ashamed.]

Well... it's kinda like... you get a taste of the things that fuel me, and I get the things that fuel you. It's a real warm, bright kinda feelin' that shoots up your spine and all through you. We usually do it to boost up someone who ain't feelin' too good, so if you're still feelin' sick or sore or anything, you'll probably feel a bit better afterwards.

[Kind of a vague explanation, but it was the best he could fumble out; when it came to this kinda sappy thing, words were never really his forte. His tail seemed to be trying to make up for it: there was some very distinctly excited-Charmander-esque wagging going on at the prospect of sharing flames with Green.]

[He had always known that it was a hard to describe situation, but incredibly personal and special. Considering they had always been driven by so many of the same elements, it would probably be... pretty nice.]

... That's. I'd like to do that.

[Just when he thought his tail couldn't get any wigglier. Char was trying not to get too excited about Green getting stuck with turning into something against his will, but with a promise like that hanging in the air -- I mean, it wasn't as if he'd never wondered what it'd be like if he could share flames with Green, right?]

Something to look forward to, then. I bet you're gonna burn brighter'n anyone else I know.

[He tried to ignore the pain still sparking up and down his spine long enough to flash Char a small smile.]

You think?

Toughest guy I've ever met. Only makes sense you'd burn real hot, right?

[Already there, buddy.]

Guess we'll see.

[He pushed his face into the pillow in front of him.]

Ugh.

'Til then... y'need something, boss? An ice pack or a drink or something?

[He put the brakes on the tail-wagging: that could wait until the rough part was over. In the meantime... Char certainly couldn't mother-hen like Bulba, but he definitely owed it to Green to make the transition into Charizardhood as smooth as possible.]

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