smashacademy | So Many Text Messages: "Come hang out with us" in a nutshell.

[Long before the rest of these posts were ever conceived: AN TEXT MESSAGE TO DARGON, FROM ONE YELLOW FLOWER BUTT.]
Hey! … Listen, I don't want to tip toe around this or anything. There's a guy I like a lot, and fairly recently we decided we wanted to try giving going out a shot. If you'd be up for it, I'd really ilke you to meet him? (You already know him though.) Maybe we could meet up some time…?

[And then eventually, after dargon business went down, a series of other private network text posts were made from both of Bulba's and Vinnie's accounts. Wow. Gosh.]

[Dear Nyx and Jolt, from Bulba:]

So…! I recently kind of started seeing someone, though uh… maybe you'd already heard. Anyway I'd really like to introduce him to you, even though you actually already know him. Do you think we could hang out some time?

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[Dear Red Team, from Vinnie:]

So uh. It felt like I should give you guys the heads up, cuz I just started seeing someone. If you wanted your karmic payback for whatever, then y'know... I deserve it.

I'll just fuckin' spare you from wondering. It's Bulba.

Okay, that's all.

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[Dear Voile. Dear Max. Courtesy of Saurs.]

Hey do you mind if we hung out sometime? We wanna tell you something.

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[Note written to Skull Kid:]

Hey Skid, if another flower smellin' guy with blond hair's around more often, uh, do you mind?

We're dating, so try not to prank him too bad. It'd mean a lot t'me.

He made some cookies for you. They're double chocolate chip, you can have the whole plate.

[It is a whole plate of cookies. There is a little hand written note with the cookies that reads Hi, these are from Bulba (that's me). I hope we can get along. What kind of cookies are your favourite? ❀]

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[DEAR ROOMIE LADIES from Bulba:]

Hi...! Uh! I just wanted to let you guys know that there might be another guy hanging out here sometimes now. Do either of you know Vinnie? He's got green hair and piercings, and he's a Venusaur like me.

We're going out now so... yeah, you'll probably see him around? He's really nice and we won't be a bother to anybody, promise! I just wanted to give you a heads up.

ps.
Pancakes on Wednesday??

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[HELLO You can jump straight into action threads if you want to handwave setting things up. We can assume they planned to meet [SOMEWHERE!] at [SOMETIME!]. If you would also like to just text reply or handwave things, that is also super cool :>]

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[If all of this uncertainty and hollow politeness was just for his own benefit, Bulba wasn't sure how much he wanted it. Yes, he certainly would have liked it if eventually the two of them got along in their own ways. That was already sort of happening, wasn't it? It was so easy to see that neither of them were comfortable with how this was going, but it came with the understanding that as long as he was standing in the same space as them, it would never move from this.

That was maybe going to end up frustrating.

But there wasn't much time to think about that at the moment. It was a little surprise when Char lifted his wings, but his intentions were soon realized. However uncertain he was on Vinnie's behalf, it did nothing to dampen the warm happiness that settled in him with Char's words. Things did not always need to be spelled out, but that did not make actually hearing them any less special. Bulba's expression softened, and he smiled fondly down at him. Why his eyes stung a little were a mystery.]

You're not imposing on anything...

[He nuzzled his forehead against Char's, closing his eyes so that maybe the few drops of happy tears would have no where to go. Navigating his wings was momentarily tricky, but Bulba still managed to wrap his arms around his brother in a hug, dipping his head to whisper back to him.]

Of course. I know I messed up before but...

[Squeeze.]

Thanks for being my brother. I love you so much.

Edited (apostrophessssss and worrrdsss) 2013-12-21 06:21 (UTC)

[Char was still a little shy about accepting affection -- he wouldn't feel like it was necessary to hide this from sight otherwise -- but it was hard for him to deny how much those words meant. For a lonely-natured Pokemon, one who had stumbled for so long in trying to be the kind of brother Bulba deserved, nothing was more important. There was an element of embarrassment to the sheer sappiness of the situation, but for a greater part of him, those whispered little words felt like sharing soul-flames. For just a moment, the tension left his tail, the spitfire on its tip calming down to a smooth, even lantern-flame.]

C'mon, kid. You didn't mess up nothing.

[He shifted his hand up in a quick gesture that was equal parts mussing up Bulba's hair and giving his ears a swift little bit of attention. Char was not the kind of person who smiled very often, at least not sincerely, but a shy little smile might just have worked its way onto his face.]

Don't go gettin' all sappy on me now, alright? You're gonna make your boyfriend jealous.

[Not Vinnie but "your boyfriend," but at least it was a step above shutting him out entirely via strategic wing placement, right?]

[Just barely. Not that Vinnie was paying much attention anymore. If he felt like an outsider before, now he was just a downright trespasser. Like this moment was something he wasn't actually allowed to see. Even he could tell it was private, intimate... so he busied himself just staring at the floor or something. The doorway, perhaps. His gaze just wandered about, devoid of purpose.

When the word 'boyfriend' caught his ear, he glanced over out of the corner of his eye - but his expression remained the same. It's fine, he told himself. He had to be happy for Bulba - that's just how it was.]

[It was too hard to try and quell the tiny little giggle that accompanied the hair and ear rufflage, or the sight of Char's small smile. The Venusaur leaned in and forwardly booped the dragon's nose, grinning all the while.]

I regret to inform you that sap's my lifeblood.

[Which was true enough. The title hadn't gone unnoticed however, and Bulba's smile softened. As happy as he was, he knew that this might be a problem, even if it was for his benefit. A few words weren't going to change it, but they still bore reminding:]

He's still Vinnie, you know.

[The little wing barricade drooped a bit as Char straightened up, surprised at the boop ambush. He reddened a bit, flustered by being on the receiving end of such an incredibly cutesy gesture.

It wasn't like Char was oblivious to what Bulba had been trying to lay out as bluntly as he could. He'd have to be deaf to miss Bulba's insistence that no, it's cool, nothing's changed, it's cool if you can't stand Vinnie. The problem was in believing that. He knew full well the self-sacrificing tendency he'd begun to associate with saurs, and he knew how many times his self-motivated impulses had hurt Bulba. Enough times that his brother had become afraid of trusting him. Enough times that Bulba buried everything under a reassuring layer of "I'm fine, really" and "it wasn't important."

A lot of things had happened over the years, but Char still didn't know the difference between a genuine "I don't mind" and the suffering in secret kind of "I don't mind." Given how much of a threat he'd been before, though, it was hard to completely believe Bulba wouldn't be bothered if Vinnie showed up with his shit kicked in. If someone was going to have to make some sacrifices for this whole boyfriends thing, then Char was adamant that his little brother wasn't gonna hafta give things up on his behalf again. The wing that was facing Vinnie retracted, folding away neatly on his back, and the remaining one gave Bulba a little pat, ushering him toward his boyfriend.]

Same difference, kid. Still gonna make him jealous if you keep ignorin' him.

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