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.
The 9th at a time.
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.