Who: It's OPEN. (Anyone)
What: Dorm hijinks and etc. Whatever you want.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond.
When: January 20-31
Warnings: Not even gonna.
Remembuh
me? The roomie log turned out to be a success, and a lot of really awesome interactions took place. Because of this, I've decided it was about time to post
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BUT IF HE DOES GET A ROOMIE LET'S MAKE ALL THE SHENANIGANS *o*))
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Adamant about him popping out of nowhere...
woop, hes gone]
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He debated for a good while outside in the hall, just out of view. Should he? Maybe he should. At least he should do something before people starting thinking he was some creeper.
Once again, Vinnie simply went and stuck his head through the door. This time though, there was much more trepidation in his voice when he spoke.
"...Uh. Hey."
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He thought he heard someone in the hall, but his first thought that it was probably just Kirby sneaking in. His surprise was very evident on his face when he looked up to find a very different sort of pink guy poking his head through the doorway.
"...Hey?"
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"Yeah um." A great internal debate was raging right now, whether he should step inside or just leave. Erika, Erika... Her words were echoing in his head, gently urging him on.
"Can I ask you something? Or ask something on you. I mean, of you." Fuck, how did talking work again. "Shit! Can I just come in?"
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He took a quick, mostly unnecessary survey of the room. Vinnie was already looking at it so it didn't really matter how empty and vacant it was or where various potted plants were at. He shrugged, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Go ahead?"
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The other side of the room was really quite desolate-looking, wasn't it. Almost like no one had ever been here at all. He glanced awkwardly at his surroundings, taking in Bulba's berry bots, the well-being of Amelia, the sweaters--
No, no okay he was getting distracted. Breathe, be serious. Words tumbled about in his head, some of them his, some of them Erika's, and some of them he just had no idea. "Okay. Uh. I'm not really sure where to start.
"How good are you with flowers?"
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Was he for real.
Bulba pursed his lips together for a moment, searching for the right way to ask if Vinnie was off his rocker or not. There was a big yellow blossom growing out of his back most of the time, if Vinnie hadn't noticed. "Er..." There was probably more to that question that made it sound less ridiculous. He was hoping there was more to that question that made it sound less ridiculous.
"Just to clarify, what kind of flowers are we talking about?"
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Let's try this again, maybe with, uh... an example. Vinnie was gesturing as he spoke, as though somehow his hand motions would fill in the spots where he was too overcome by awkward to say the proper thing.
"Okayokayokay, remember that thing a while ago where we, uh..." Vague hand gesture. "At the Garden and stuff. And there were..." Wiggly fingers. "...all over the place, and flowers were blooming even though it was late on autumn already.
"Have you ever..." Hesitant hands. "...Like that?"
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He ventured a guess. "Have I ever made stuff grow like that?" The Ivysaur was becoming really confused about why it was so hard to breach that topic, and didn't make any effort in hiding that from his face. Vinnie what was up with you.
"Yes? Well, not quite like that..."
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Enough of this, when in doubt just be bold. Whatever he was suppressing inside him, Vinnie just blurted out, finally, in one easy-to-understand sentence: "Erika told me you might be able to help me get better with plant growing powers because if my leaves don't grow back I'm fucked."
There we go.
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"What... do you mean if your leaves don't grow back?"
As far as Bulba was concerned, Vinnie had just gotten pretty jacked up in some manner. He'd never gotten all the full details, and never asked since it really wasn't any of his business.
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It was a strange realization that Bulba hadn't actually been there the entire time. He was just such a constant presence in the room across from theirs that it was easy to forget that Char was actually hospitalized a few days after them. Vinnie had already taken to stubbornly keeping in human form by then, so it was very possible that Bulba had simply never seen the full extent of his injuries.
He took a deep breath. "Right, well... back in that fight. That... big guy ripped off two of my leaves. Then there was uh... amputating, and now..."
Weak gesture and a shrug. Vinnie had been growing quieter as he talked, a tone of matter-of-fact defeat in him. He stared at the ground.
"Yeah, so now I don't got'em anymore."
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It was an unreasonable request. He should've just kept his stupid mouth shut and been patient. Vinnie leaned backwards into the chair with a small groan, crossed his arms.
"Unnhg... Well she said there was a chance. It's probably a dumb idea, I mean... You really don't have to. I should wait for spring to see what happens, right? God, I fuckin' suck at that. I need to stop getting in fights."
He was still getting into fights. Sure, he wasn't missing half the skin from the back anymore, but Vinnie still had the constitution of someone who had just been to the blood bank with a generous donation.
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"You and Char both," Bulba muttered. His frown deepened as his thoughts flicked to the Charizard, but he quickly tried to push them away as much as possible. Now wasn't the time to brood on that again. He'd done enough of that already, hadn't he? Apparently not. "But that'd be a good start, yeah."
He sighed. "I said I could try, so if you want me to I can. I just... I'm not worried about fiddling with someone's whole life when I'm asking tomatoes to grow, you know?" Well, okay, technically he was but not in the same kind of fashion all right.
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