17)) (Dimentio Progress Diary 2)
((NOT WRITTEN IN DAIRY))
God, I had one giant bruise finally fade away and now I have one on my stomach. I'm still amazed by how susceptible human bodies are to things like that. Well, I guess it's because it's not covered by fur so you can see it, but sheesh. It's so ugly too . . .
Anyway. I honestly never thought I'd have to give detention, but I also never thought I'd see two people gang up on one person unable to fight back. I talked to them in my classroom earlier but I was worried about Dimentio, so I'll have to take care of their punishment later.
Nyaaaag my stomach is so ugly looking now, I'm afraid to see it in the morning when the bruise actually starts in.
On the other end of the spectrum, it's nice to see so many sudden love confessions~ Love is such a wonderful thing, I'm glad others can share the emotion~
DAY FOUR - Thursday
He seemed to be doing fine, he jumped around for a bit, and went outside to walk around the teacher's dorm a few times, and we painted for awhile, and he cleaned my bathroom (just to be nice I guess? to exercise his arms? I don't know), other things. But then in the afternoon he seemed to be struck with a thought that made him start to rage again, and he jumped around on the bed yelling and cursing and wouldn't tell me anything about it except he kept saying, I CAN'T DO IT TILL I GET MY POWERS BACK! and he looked pointedly at me.
Nyag.
DAY FIVE - Friday
I said he didn't have to go to class today but he insisted because he's a sweetie. Luckily, there was no troubles, but a lot of people stared or glared at him and he didn't seem too pleased about it . . . his painting was kinda disturbing . . . His other paintings he's done in the dorm weren't near as angry. Well, at first they were, but they started to be tame, then at class scary again. I worry about him being around the students, not just for what they may do, but his anger . . .
Afterwords I took him back to the dorm to cheer up. He immediately felt better and more at ease, but still grumbling, so I cheered him up by taking him to the shower and brushing his hair and did it up in various hairdos. He actually likes it when I do that, go figure, nyag. He said he'd never leave the dorm with his hair done up in pigtails, though, which is a shame 'coz they were very very cute.
DAY SIX - Saturday
He woke up determined to strengthen up more hardcore. He's had Pink Floyd on all day (getting kinda sick of it but he enjoys it, best to keep him happy lest he kicks over something again) and been doing things he said he learned back in his circus days, backflips and stuff like that. I had to shove my furniture out of the way for him but I liked watching him practice. It was really fun watching him balance things and juggle. He tried to teach me to juggle but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it, nyag~ I felt kinda dumb, but he just laughed good-naturedly at me, so I guess it's all right.
He had to take a lot of breaks but he was actually fairly happy and didn't yell or rage or anything. He smiled a lot and it made me smile.
DAY SEVEN - Sunday
He said he wanted to go to the stadium to do more muscle strengthening with the sand bag. He said he'd be fine alone, it was just the stadium, and so I should stay put. But I followed him anyway. I couldn't help but worry about him.
I'm glad I did. I went away briefly, to use the bathroom, and when I came back he was being beaten up by two people unhappy about the whole Floro sprout thing . . . maybe even more than that in the Charmeleon's case. He was hurt fairly badly, burned and had Drain Punch used on him, which can suck out a lot of energy, and he being powerless . . . I'm amazed he was still conscious when I finally got back. I carried him to the nurse and she took care of what she could, but he was so tired from the draining, I had to carry him about. I left him to sleep in the bed as I went back to tell the students what their punishment would be, and when I returned he was still asleep. He slept for the rest of the day. I stayed in teh dorm but did other things before falling asleep by him.
DAY EIGHT - Monday
He woke up with most energy restored. He was angry, as anyone would be, and we had . . . a talk tears were shed I'm afraid on my part, I want him to be good, I don't want him to seek brutish revenge, I know he can be better than that, I want to give him his powers back. After that he seemed more keen to settle this properly with school sanctioned skirmishes . . . I think that's a fine idea.
But I'm not sure if he should get his power back as of yet. I feel so bad about that, because he's so depressed without them. They are who he is, and he doesn't have them.
DAY NINE - Tuesday
(Not written yet.)
God, I had one giant bruise finally fade away and now I have one on my stomach. I'm still amazed by how susceptible human bodies are to things like that. Well, I guess it's because it's not covered by fur so you can see it, but sheesh. It's so ugly too . . .
Anyway. I honestly never thought I'd have to give detention, but I also never thought I'd see two people gang up on one person unable to fight back. I talked to them in my classroom earlier but I was worried about Dimentio, so I'll have to take care of their punishment later.
Nyaaaag my stomach is so ugly looking now, I'm afraid to see it in the morning when the bruise actually starts in.
On the other end of the spectrum, it's nice to see so many sudden love confessions~ Love is such a wonderful thing, I'm glad others can share the emotion~
DAY FOUR - Thursday
He seemed to be doing fine, he jumped around for a bit, and went outside to walk around the teacher's dorm a few times, and we painted for awhile, and he cleaned my bathroom (just to be nice I guess? to exercise his arms? I don't know), other things. But then in the afternoon he seemed to be struck with a thought that made him start to rage again, and he jumped around on the bed yelling and cursing and wouldn't tell me anything about it except he kept saying, I CAN'T DO IT TILL I GET MY POWERS BACK! and he looked pointedly at me.
Nyag.
DAY FIVE - Friday
I said he didn't have to go to class today but he insisted because he's a sweetie. Luckily, there was no troubles, but a lot of people stared or glared at him and he didn't seem too pleased about it . . . his painting was kinda disturbing . . . His other paintings he's done in the dorm weren't near as angry. Well, at first they were, but they started to be tame, then at class scary again. I worry about him being around the students, not just for what they may do, but his anger . . .
Afterwords I took him back to the dorm to cheer up. He immediately felt better and more at ease, but still grumbling, so I cheered him up by taking him to the shower and brushing his hair and did it up in various hairdos. He actually likes it when I do that, go figure, nyag. He said he'd never leave the dorm with his hair done up in pigtails, though, which is a shame 'coz they were very very cute.
DAY SIX - Saturday
He woke up determined to strengthen up more hardcore. He's had Pink Floyd on all day (getting kinda sick of it but he enjoys it, best to keep him happy lest he kicks over something again) and been doing things he said he learned back in his circus days, backflips and stuff like that. I had to shove my furniture out of the way for him but I liked watching him practice. It was really fun watching him balance things and juggle. He tried to teach me to juggle but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it, nyag~ I felt kinda dumb, but he just laughed good-naturedly at me, so I guess it's all right.
He had to take a lot of breaks but he was actually fairly happy and didn't yell or rage or anything. He smiled a lot and it made me smile.
DAY SEVEN - Sunday
He said he wanted to go to the stadium to do more muscle strengthening with the sand bag. He said he'd be fine alone, it was just the stadium, and so I should stay put. But I followed him anyway. I couldn't help but worry about him.
I'm glad I did. I went away briefly, to use the bathroom, and when I came back he was being beaten up by two people unhappy about the whole Floro sprout thing . . . maybe even more than that in the Charmeleon's case. He was hurt fairly badly, burned and had Drain Punch used on him, which can suck out a lot of energy, and he being powerless . . . I'm amazed he was still conscious when I finally got back. I carried him to the nurse and she took care of what she could, but he was so tired from the draining, I had to carry him about. I left him to sleep in the bed as I went back to tell the students what their punishment would be, and when I returned he was still asleep. He slept for the rest of the day. I stayed in teh dorm but did other things before falling asleep by him.
DAY EIGHT - Monday
He woke up with most energy restored. He was angry, as anyone would be, and we had . . . a talk tears were shed I'm afraid on my part, I want him to be good, I don't want him to seek brutish revenge, I know he can be better than that, I want to give him his powers back. After that he seemed more keen to settle this properly with school sanctioned skirmishes . . . I think that's a fine idea.
But I'm not sure if he should get his power back as of yet. I feel so bad about that, because he's so depressed without them. They are who he is, and he doesn't have them.
DAY NINE - Tuesday
(Not written yet.)