There's something I want to tell you, but I don't know how to say it.
Who: One [1] Bulba and one [1] Char.
What: All the confessions all the time.
When: Mid-morning, Saturday the 15th.
Where: The gates of reckoning. … Char's room.
Rating: Char is a rating.
Bulba had woken up that morning extra early and had just lain there staring at his dark ceiling. He hadn't slept very well that night. Blastoise had head back to the gym, leaving the room extra empty and extra quiet again. Bulba had never dealt with rooming by himself very well. The fact that his stomach was churning from nerves didn't help matters at all. He was going to tell him today. He had said this for the past two mornings with no success, but this was definitely the day.
Knowing he probably wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he decided he might as well try to be productive. Productivity in this case was a batch of nervous cooking, a lot of twittering of his thumbs, writing an e-mail to Green and just altogether doing nothing that was actually productive.
How was he going to put this. There were a lot of ways to go about it, and he wasn't sure which one was the best way to do it. It would have been a lot easier if he had any real idea how Char was going to react to the news that his team mate was in fact pretty gay, but he really had no idea. Everyone else had taken it fairly well, but Char… Outside of Green, Char was the one that mattered most.
Honestly this was a lot more nervewracking than confessing to Kirby in the first place. But he had already done that so…
Somehow he had ended up in front of Char's dorm with a bag of chocolate almonds in his hand. Somehow, he had rapped his knuckles on the door. He just hoped that somehow this would turn out okay.
What: All the confessions all the time.
When: Mid-morning, Saturday the 15th.
Where: The gates of reckoning. … Char's room.
Rating: Char is a rating.
Bulba had woken up that morning extra early and had just lain there staring at his dark ceiling. He hadn't slept very well that night. Blastoise had head back to the gym, leaving the room extra empty and extra quiet again. Bulba had never dealt with rooming by himself very well. The fact that his stomach was churning from nerves didn't help matters at all. He was going to tell him today. He had said this for the past two mornings with no success, but this was definitely the day.
Knowing he probably wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he decided he might as well try to be productive. Productivity in this case was a batch of nervous cooking, a lot of twittering of his thumbs, writing an e-mail to Green and just altogether doing nothing that was actually productive.
How was he going to put this. There were a lot of ways to go about it, and he wasn't sure which one was the best way to do it. It would have been a lot easier if he had any real idea how Char was going to react to the news that his team mate was in fact pretty gay, but he really had no idea. Everyone else had taken it fairly well, but Char… Outside of Green, Char was the one that mattered most.
Honestly this was a lot more nervewracking than confessing to Kirby in the first place. But he had already done that so…
Somehow he had ended up in front of Char's dorm with a bag of chocolate almonds in his hand. Somehow, he had rapped his knuckles on the door. He just hoped that somehow this would turn out okay.