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[flowerofmtsilver]

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[rivalsolarbeam]

"Probably not," the sunny Venusaur agreed with a somewhat amused laugh, but it left his mouth much breathier than he would have liked.

The film was certainly not one Bulba would have usually scoped out if he were scoping out such things, but it was still having the effects he would have been looking for if he had. Which was entirely unfair because this wasn't the time, even if technically it was very much the place for it. Not that it didn't make sense to feel that yearning. It made perfect sense with Vinnie warm and sweet smelling at his side, and himself being... young and stupid and thinking about things they had done a month ago.

The interest to do more had apparently left with the dragon and Bulba had been content to leave it at that. It was fine. He'd suspected that much anyway, and the somewhat guilty looks Vinnie would give him when Bulba went to take his sweaters off weren't worth it. And so the pillow in his lap was just going to stay there, hiding the traitor in his pants as Bulba tried to will it away and keep his face under control.

"I snuck in The Fifth Typing, we could skip the rest of these let downs."