If I kissed you where it's sore, would you feel better?

[punchtheocean]

Who: Marie, Volgin, YOU!
What: Visiting some jerks.
Where: PokeCenter OR Hospital (depending on who you're visiting).
When: Wednesday (the 7th) afternoon and BEYOND. Marie'll be out the 16th. Volgin will be leaving on the 9th.
Warnings: Possibly some potty language.

Comments

The 9th at a time.

[besteststarter]

He was the fucking green and yellow hair. It was him.

Bulba had only stayed at the Pokemon Center the first day for a short while. He was there long enough to see Marie safely in the hands of people that knew what they were doing. Long enough to borrow the PC to find Raikov's number. Have a terse conversation with the man about the other who was hopefully already being rushed off to the hospital. No, he didn't know what happened. As far as he could tell, something had gone wrong. No, he didn't know what. End of conversation. He stayed just until Red had shown up. He left with Green. It hadn't been a long stay.

As far as he was concerned, it really wasn't his place to be there for the most part. It wasn't like last time when his brother was booked across the hall from the Red team inhabitants. There was still a little feeling there though. Just a little nag that told him that he should at least see if the other starter was all right. He might have been kind of an asshole lately, but that didn't mean Bulba wanted to see him messed up.

So a while later, the fucking green and yellow hair was present in the center again. Marie must have been napping or something when Bulba cautiously poked his head through the door. Getting no immediate response, he let himself in and set a small box on the bedside table. Hrm.

He looked a lot more peaceful when he was sleeping and not throwing drooling fits everywhere.

[punchtheocean]

No, unfortunately he wasn't napping. Laying with his eyes closed, yes.

Someone that smelled pretty good had walked into the room. At first, Marie mistook the scent for Vinnie. It wasn't long before he realized, no. No, that was not Vinnie.

Marie opened his eyes and looked, rather annoyed, at the fucking green and yellow hair beside his bed. No go away no one wants you here and also I hate you.

[besteststarter]

That was a very annoyed looking person staring at him now. So he wasn't sleeping. That was... well that sucked. Bulba frowned a little.

"How are you doing? Glad to see you're still up for glaring, at least."

[punchtheocean]

Marie frowned a lot. Particularly when Bulba decided to say something. He looked away, as if he didn't even want to acknowledge that he was there.

"Fine," Marie replied as shortly as possible.

Although he wasn't sure- the details were incredibly fuzzy- the Squirtle vaguely remembered Bulba being involved with him somehow ending up at the PokeCenter. It wasn't his fault, no. The pain he was feeling was familiar, but it wasn't the itchy gross feeling of a grass-related attack. He wondered, in the back of his mind, if Bulba had been the one who delivered him to the PokeCenter. That idea made him want to throw a giant fit, so he tried to keep it out of mind.

[besteststarter]

The Ivysaur sighed through his nose. That was probably the best answer he was going to get. It was more than he was expecting though, so whatever. "That's good," he replied, equally short.

He would have been doing the Squirtle a favor if he cut the trip short and booked it. Actually that'd probably be doing himself a favor too, and that's probably why Bulba wasn't actually doing it. That and curiosity.

"Do you know what happened?" There was a note of concern in his voice.

[punchtheocean]

Marie, too irritated, didn't pick up on Bulba's concerned. He considered Bulba's question just curiosity or something. Keeping his eyes off the 'saur, he replied, "I don't remember anything."

If Marie had been looking at Bulba, it might have been easier to read the fear on the Squirtle's face when he admitted, "I don't remember any of it."