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[flowerofmtsilver]

You have reached the voice mailbox of ...Vinnie. Please leave a message after the tone.

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BEEP!

[Or drop him a text, if you'd like to brave his txtspeak]

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I CHRISTEN ALSO THIS POST - Dargon Week

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Let us just assume for a moment that through various ways and means, Bulba discovered the terrible not-secret of dragoning. Probably because he had gotten worried over the Venusaur's few days of absence. Also because suddenly everyone important in his life seemed to be a dragon so why not. The important part for this scenario is that he knew the end.

Upon witnessing a Bulba in a kitchen, there was something that probably became clear: he was definitely going to try and take at least a little advantage of it. Despite whatever turmoil he was still grappling with, he wasn't about to let the chance to actually cook for Vinnie go to waste.

And so, a text for the unassuming dragon (MAYBE HE FOUND HIS PHONE): Food in the kitchen if you want some!

But even if he didn't show up Bulba was going to come shove it at him anyway.]

[punchtheinferno]

[Vinnie received the text but did not respond. There was quite a bit of confliction over whether to accept Bulba's offer instead - as a Venusaur, he was already pretty bad with being mothered; as a Charizard, his pride was even worse.

But never had the need been so dire. He was starving. He was starving so bad. His flame was tiny and sputtering without any fuel to feed it, and he lacked the energy to do even the simplest of tasks. It was basically the worst.

Bulba... liked him, he tried to reason to himself. So it was only fair to Bulba that Vinnie let him... do something for him?

God he was just so fucking hungry.

At the very least, he would not allow something as pathetic as getting delivered food in bed happen again. Vinnie forcibly dragged himself to the kitchen, looking like death warmed over.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Charizards and their prides, oi.

Bulba looked over at the kitchen doorway from his place at the sink when he heard someone come in, smiling a tiny bit when he noted that it was in fact Vinnie. Charizard or not, he knew that scowl. He felt a vague wave of conflict settle in his gut, knowing that there were things that had gone unsaid and he really, reallly did not feel good about them at all. But he'd have to soldier on, he had decided that much.]

Hey...!

[The Venusaur motioned with a soapy hand towards the little table set up, where there was... way more food than really necessary. Enough for many dragons, perhaps.]

I uh... made a bit too much, ha.... [Stress cooking, you see.] If you want to polish any of it off that'd be a big help, really.

[punchtheinferno]

[Vinnie barely spared Bulba a glance, he was just so... hypnotized by the spread on the table. Sorry about that, it was kinda rude. The smell of hot food was overpowering every single one of his senses - so strong he could taste it on his tongue. Saliva was pooling in his mouth at the thought of just desperately devouring everything on the table in an attempt to quell the emptiness inside him.

He stood there for a long, awkward moment, just staring. Even his mouth hung open a little. Decorum stated that he at least say, thank you, or something, but for some reason the words couldn't make it past his throat.

Slowly, Vinnie shambled over to the table and all but collapsed on the chair. His tail was dragging along the floor, no energy for lift but still limply trying to make some semblance of a wagging motion. It was really like a languid, side-to-side shuffle though. One shaky hand reached out to grab a burger and...

then he started inhaling everything.]

Sept. 21st, Late Night

[rivalsolarbeam]

Buzz went Vinnie's phone. He had a new text message. Gosh who could it have been from?

Hey, are you busy? You should come outside.

[flowerofmtsilver]

[It was a wonder and mystery solved by the miracle of caller ID.]

k gimme a bit... were r u

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Gasp.]

K. Out in the gardens. The usual spot.

[You know, the one where it was usually sunny.]

[flowerofmtsilver]

[Vinnie grabbed the gift wrapped bundle and headed out. Since he didn't run into Bulba yesterday (probably just away celebrating with his team somewhere, he figured), now was a good a time as any to give him his present.

It was only a few minutes before Vinnie was out on their usual sunbathing field.]

Hey...! I didn't see you yesterday!

[SOMETIME AFTER KALOS - an text. probably one of multiple texts since.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

hey, how are you doing?

[flowerofmtsilver]

arms feelin bettr

u?

[rivalsolarbeam]

that's good!!

i'm good. someone blew their microwave up again this morning.

[flowerofmtsilver]

wat who keeps doin this

isnt ther instuctons on the thing

[This isn't a phone call.] 02/01

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Not a phone call in the slightest. More taking advantage of the fact that green houses existed and they were usually in them and it was really easy for Bulba to casually stroll up besides a working Vinnie to rest his chin on his shoulder. Which was exactly what he was doing. Hi.]

Hey, Vinnie?

[flowerofmtsilver]

[Vinnie, meanwhile, had been removing some dead leaves and collecting them from the compost pile when suddenly, a Bulba.

He turned his head towards him as best he could, though it was mostly a token gesture in his position.]

Yeah?

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Surprise boyfriend, ho. Bulba lifted his head so he could shift around and make it easier for a conversation to take place.]

I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go anywhere for Valentine's Day.

[It was very to the point, since it was February now. Geez.]

[flowerofmtsilver]

[Ah yes, that was better. Vinnie blinked as he let this topic of conversation sink in.

Valentine's...

Valentine's.

A somewhat grim expression settled onto his face.]

That... seems like a good idea, yeah.

[9/20]

[rivalsolarbeam]

hey how's the rest of your day been?

[flowerofmtsilver]

alrite

u got plans 4 2day, bday boy?

[rivalsolarbeam]

good

later, yeah, green made me keep it clear. we're going to [where ever they were goin'] if you wanted to come.

SOMETIME... JANUARY.... Pre-Dargons

[rivalsolarbeam]

What an awful mess. Things were still somewhat patchwork between people. Christmas was not as refreshing as it could have been. New Years were all about new beginnings and cleaning out the clutter of the old year. As far as Bulba could tell, his was still strewn about and he wasn't sure where to begin.

Except that was a lie. There was a glaring piece that stood out like a sore thumb, he was just doing his best to ignore it. Doing so was only going to make it worse though, and he knew it. The question had been hanging over his head since he had spoken to Voile about it. It needed to be asked. It did. Even if it didn't seem like a very good time to do so, was there ever really one to begin with? Trying to say he'd wait was just fooling himself and hoping things would get better on their own so he'd never have to question it.

But if Vinnie wasn't happy with... them... Then Bulba needed to know, for both their sakes. Besides, it was completely possible it was all in his head. It wouldn't have been the first time.

(He hoped this was the case.)

Bulba was sitting against the side of Vinnie's bed that afternoon, a book in his hands that he was altogether not very good at focusing on. The same sentence blended together over and over frustratingly. Eventually Bulba gave up, looking up from the page to peek on how Vinnie was faring with his.

[flowerofmtsilver]

It was a new year. Normally that spoke of fresh starts, clean slates, and renewed resolve, but all the baggage accumulated over the holidays had been especially persistent this year. None of Vinnie's problems or fears had gone away - if anything, they'd only become more pronounced over time.

In the face of such conflicts, academia seemed so trivial, somehow. Every time he tried to focus back on school, his mind protested by wandering off instead. He'd been lying on the bed with a research paper, but by the time Bulba looked over at him, the paper was resting lazily on his chest and he'd gone back to staring blankly at the ceiling.

[rivalsolarbeam]

Yeah, studies just weren't working out, it seemed.

The shiny twisted around in his position, gently laying his head down on the edge of the bed. Some of his hair fanned out over the sheets, brushing Vinnie's fingertips with how close he had laid his head. Even if it was just for a few moments, Bulba still liked to watch him like this. It was almost easy to pretend there weren't many worries to be thinking about when all he saw was him. So for a little while that's all he did, quietly peering at him with gold eyes that were trying to note down every little detail.

After a bit, though, Bulba nuzzled his face closer to softly bump Vinnie's fingers with his nose. Boop.

Valentine's the Reckoning

[rivalsolarbeam]

The plant room was, once again, surprisingly cozy and good despite the shady building it resided in. The light scent of dirt and vegetation blended nicely with the sweetness of their flowers, making the whole room more comfortable. They had already gotten their bag of movie rentals (a selection of corny trash films along with a few good other things in case they got desperate), and had indulged in a few bottles of ~really fancy water~.

They were very fancy individuals.

Which was exactly why Bulba was flopping his way across the bed to build a pillow nest.

Clearly.

[flowerofmtsilver]

They splurged on bubbly water. It was so fance.

Since last year went smoothly, it was only natural that they went for round two once Valentine's rolled around again. (The room was reserved well, well ahead of schedule as a result.)

Vinnie smirked a little at the sight of Bulba getting a head start on his terrible pillow hoarding addiction as he strode over to the TV at his own pace, rentals in hand.

"So, which one've these disasters should we put in first?"

[rivalsolarbeam]

Hey c'mon now. He was totally using his pillow fort making skills to make a nest for two. It was going to be so cozy you didn't even know.

Bulba sat up on his knees in the middle of placing a pillow in the perfect spot to give his chin a thoughtful rub.

"The worst looking one is either going to be the best one or the actual worst. We might as well go all out."