Who: Sick animals and you
What: Hospital visits!
Where: FDC's Pokecenter
When: Anywhere between the 13th to the 21st!
Warnings: Guys being guys. Mons being mons.
For the next few days, everything was a blur for the both of them. Sasha felt sick to her stomach from everything, being unusually quiet apart from the small talks to the people online. But she
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He really hadn't bothered thinking about it much, anyway. Frankly, he didn't have the energy to get all pissed off. As much as Char hated Pokemon Centers, the idea of trying to force his way out just seemed too tiring to bother with just yet. Nothing left to do, then, but wait for that flame to get back up to its usual brightness.
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There were a lot of things that he wanted to say to the Pokemon, but he wasn't entirely sure how he would formulate any of it.
As it was, it was all he could do to keep himself from stabbing Raikov in the face. He sat, exhausted and waiting, next to the bed.
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No such luck. Slowly, awareness that he was in pain gave way to awareness as to why he was in pain. The meeting with Raikov, the hasty flight, the sound of gunfire. He didn't know much about the afterlife, but he was quite sure that he wouldn't be so exhausted and aching if he were now part of it. He opened his eyes, head lifting slightly off the pillow ( ... )
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"... You big lummox."
He bought his other hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it. A nervous habit.
"You really scared the shit out of me."
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He hadn't thought it would come to that. Hadn't thought Raikov'd bring a gun to a fistfight. Hadn't thought he'd bring Green more stress with his stupid impulsive need to slug it out with every goddamn person, hadn't thought... hell, just hadn't thought. And he knew Green understood -- that a Charizard didn't think about human mind games, that a Charizard thought like a Charizard...
But all the same, he owed Green a lot of things right now, and an apology was one of them.
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He could tell why Green was saying it, though, and it just made the gratitude burning in his chest even stronger. Just like that... "It's just the way it is." No disappointment, no shame, not a single hint of coldness ( ... )
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He laid his head back, and in spite of the steady ache in the tip of his tail, let out a contented sigh. It wasn't long before his eyes drooped shut too, and he joined his trainer in sleep.
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He arrived in Char's doorway with an armful of books, expression stony.
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Charizards weren't social creatures. There was absolutely no advantage to showing any signs of sickness; in the wild, there was nobody who would take care of them. From an evolutionary standpoint, doing your best to hide your symptoms was the smartest thing to do, especially while in the presence of potential predators or anyone that might threaten your position of King Of Your Turf.
Thus, it was obviously important he not act lethargic as hell. He'd been resting with his tail curled around his body, but once he noticed Genny's presence, his head snapped up, one wing bending to try to conceal his wounded tail and the diminished flame attached to it. Assuming Genny was only hear to get his gloat on, Char made no effort to transform, preferring instead to stare at him warily.
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"I brought you your assignments. Whether you actually do them is far out of my hands, but I'm sure I know the answer to that regardless."
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