Vinnie, on the other hand, was pretty crap at keeping things under wraps. Probably the reason that every ghost on campus knew about his rampant phasmaphobia by now. He shrugged. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew the dull, feeble sense of frustration was only a prologue. Like he was a shadow, still catching up to his body.
Telling someone, seeing their reaction to it... seemed to solidify the reality of his situation.
"It's gonna get out anyway." Vinnie shuffled a bit uncomfortably, looking away from Char. "I just don't want Bulba to know yet."
Because goddamn. Venusaurs were supposed to protect younger Seed Pokemon. Even if Bulba didn't see it that way, Vinnie felt like he was obligated to be some sort of role model, if only by virtue of having evolved. Nevermind that Bulba made a much better den mother than he ever did a mentor - it was a role ingrained in his instincts.
Comparatively, it felt better knowing that this knowledge rested with an enemy and rival who would rub hell into his wounds than anyone who might've been simply disappointed.
Re: Saturday night, 20th
Telling someone, seeing their reaction to it... seemed to solidify the reality of his situation.
"It's gonna get out anyway." Vinnie shuffled a bit uncomfortably, looking away from Char. "I just don't want Bulba to know yet."
Because goddamn. Venusaurs were supposed to protect younger Seed Pokemon. Even if Bulba didn't see it that way, Vinnie felt like he was obligated to be some sort of role model, if only by virtue of having evolved. Nevermind that Bulba made a much better den mother than he ever did a mentor - it was a role ingrained in his instincts.
Comparatively, it felt better knowing that this knowledge rested with an enemy and rival who would rub hell into his wounds than anyone who might've been simply disappointed.