Alright, alright, he was going. It had never once crossed his mind ever in the past that he might have some day been climbing up the Venusaur's face, but there he went, carefully picking his way up to the top of his broad head. Vinnie probably didn't make a habit of toting Ivysaurs around up there either, so it might have come as a surprise that the other saur was a good deal lighter than his usual cat companion despite his size.
Bulba ducked his head slightly under the canopy of petals, treading carefully towards his stem and minding the still present leaf over there. The sight of the damage up close only conjured up a slightly nauseous feeling, so he tried focusing more on the rough brown stem.
Now... how exactly... was he supposed to do this? Nurturing a little sapling was one thing, but this was... It hadn't really occurred to him when he first agreed to it, but now that he was standing there trying to figure it he realized that this was essentially the most intimate moment he could share with someone. Bulba was suddenly glad he was up where Vinnie couldn't see his face because he was gradually becoming more and more flustered the more the knowledge sank in. Oh god this was not what he needed right now.
Well. Whatever. It didn't mean anything. Probably. Just helping a guy out. Yeah. So with a deep breath, he leaned forward and softly pressed his forehead against the base of the plant. Bulba shut his eyes and let the rest of his feelings go.
Except for one. He was searching for that particular one. It was elusive, hiding deep away until Bulba went to look for it. It always felt warm, from the base of his back to the tip of his toes. A feeling like sunshine, condensed into something that he could touch and feel and use... It wasn't something he fully knew how to understand just yet. It was a connection that probably came as naturally as breathing to a Venusaur, but required quite a bit more coaxing on his part. Actual effort. But when he could feel it creeping through the edges of his leaves and building in the base of his flower, he didn't doubt that it was far more satisfying now than it would be if he didn't have to think about it.
Slowly, without any real thinking on his part, vines crept from beneath his own leaves. They reached out, intertwining around the pink flowered plant. And there, within it, the connection he was looking for. Ahh, it was there. Bulba edged a little closer, and gently began to push the feeling through to it. Feelings of warmth and life and the desire to grow, to flourish. Soft whispers of encouragement. A tender stimulus to awaken that which was sleeping.
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Bulba ducked his head slightly under the canopy of petals, treading carefully towards his stem and minding the still present leaf over there. The sight of the damage up close only conjured up a slightly nauseous feeling, so he tried focusing more on the rough brown stem.
Now... how exactly... was he supposed to do this? Nurturing a little sapling was one thing, but this was... It hadn't really occurred to him when he first agreed to it, but now that he was standing there trying to figure it he realized that this was essentially the most intimate moment he could share with someone. Bulba was suddenly glad he was up where Vinnie couldn't see his face because he was gradually becoming more and more flustered the more the knowledge sank in. Oh god this was not what he needed right now.
Well. Whatever. It didn't mean anything.
Probably.Just helping a guy out. Yeah. So with a deep breath, he leaned forward and softly pressed his forehead against the base of the plant. Bulba shut his eyes and let the rest of his feelings go.Except for one. He was searching for that particular one. It was elusive, hiding deep away until Bulba went to look for it. It always felt warm, from the base of his back to the tip of his toes. A feeling like sunshine, condensed into something that he could touch and feel and use... It wasn't something he fully knew how to understand just yet. It was a connection that probably came as naturally as breathing to a Venusaur, but required quite a bit more coaxing on his part. Actual effort. But when he could feel it creeping through the edges of his leaves and building in the base of his flower, he didn't doubt that it was far more satisfying now than it would be if he didn't have to think about it.
Slowly, without any real thinking on his part, vines crept from beneath his own leaves. They reached out, intertwining around the pink flowered plant. And there, within it, the connection he was looking for. Ahh, it was there. Bulba edged a little closer, and gently began to push the feeling through to it. Feelings of warmth and life and the desire to grow, to flourish. Soft whispers of encouragement. A tender stimulus to awaken that which was sleeping.
He needs you.