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flowerofmtsilver) wrote2032-07-31 03:26 pm
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IC contact; phone
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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BEEP!
[Or drop him a text, if you'd like to brave his txtspeak]
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[...He had just gotten to it later than he should have. The fact that it was still there meant... well. Probably that it would be there for longer, even once the redness faded.
His eyes drifted to Vinnie's tail briefly, taking it into careful consideration.]
I don't... think it was about us, per se. [This came with a hesitant, knowing look up at Vinnie. There really wasn't an us, but it wasn't about the potential of one either.]
... He thinks it's my fault though, that you wanted to leave. All the same stuff from the first time, really.
[That much he couldn't get around, because when had any of the starters' recent fights been about anything else but their friendship?]
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Then he should've fuckin' taken it out on me! Goddammit...
I'm such a fuckin' idiot. You shouldn't've had to get blamed for that. I thought... tch.
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It's not your fault.
[The Venusaur took in a deep breath and sighed.] He doesn't listen. That's not on you. This shouldn't have happened either, I just... got mad at him. For being stupid. That's all this is. [It's all it was, he told himself.]
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Vinnie wasn't part of the team anymore, and Marie had to fight his own battles. He didn't have that right. Maybe it was just for the best that he didn't know - that he just trust that at least Bulba learned from the past.
So he just nodded, even if he didn't look like he believed the starter's words completely.]
Yeah, he's... he can be a shit. I don't blame you.
[He paused.]
...S'long as you're okay.
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Yeah.
[Bulba lowered his eyes briefly, sorting through the tugs at his feelings. He was grateful and selfishly a bit pleased that Vinnie cared to the degree he seemed to. He wanted to be honest and say he didn't think he was okay, because he probably wasn't. Not really. He had to be though. He didn't want things to get worse.
So he nodded his head, giving the Charizard's knee a light pat.]
I'm okay. I'm sorry for making you worry.