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[HOT SPRINGS TRIP] BOYS' SPRING

Characters: Male students only, please!
What: Hot Springs - Boy's side!
Where: Fountain of Youth Hot Springs, the boy's spring.
When: Sunday, July 13th
Rating: Let's call it PG-13.

...It's a hot spring. Pretty self-explanatory. Traditionally, you wear a towel, but if that's not your thing then swimsuits are also acceptable. The spring for the male students is the one farthest over to the right, next to the faculty spring -- so don't you go wandering off to girl's spring ~~unless nobody's looking~~, boys.

If you're headed into the hot spring, then it might be a good idea to start a new comment post, same as the hotel. This thing's bound to get huge, so let's keep the threads as neat as we can. You're welcome to RP this however you like; if you make a tegaki thread, just link it in a post or something.

I think that about covers it, so sit back, relax, and enjoy yourselves.

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It was the sooner option.

Bulbasaur dashed into the Boy's Spring at top speed, and it was a feat that he wasn't completely tripping himself out of excitement. He was also clad only in a towel, because really? Clothes? Squirtle had attempted to explain it to him but Bulbasaur still didn't get it. They were just bothersome.

Scanning over the springs (ohmantheylookedawesome), Bulba spotted his teammates at their little cluster of rocks. He dashed over, trying not to all out run, and grinned at the both of them. "The beds here are so nice," Bulba blurted after greeting them, excitement obvious as he started rambling off. "Did you sleep well? Did you go in the water? It looks awesome. This place is amazing. Is the water hot?"

Green was surprised of Bulba came rushing to them, he smiled though and waved to him as he came dashing over. "So look who decides to show up, where you been?" He laughed putting a hand on Bulba's head and ruffled his hair a bit. "Slow down Bulba, the spring ain't goin' anywhere!" The question soon risen though now that Green was curious about it thanks to Charmeleon.

"Me and Charmeleon got to room together, who did you end up with? That blue haired kid on the bus?"

"Heheh... I kinda overslept," Bulba said sheepishly.

Bulbasaur blinked at the somewhat unexpected inquiry, his mind spinning at the possibilities of what else Green might have seen on the bus, but he was grinning just the same as ever. "Oh, yeah!" He said, clambering up on a rock to sit next to them. Bulba decided he'd just leave it at that.

"It's cool you guys got to room together though. And that nothing burned down."

"Watch it, kid. I can control this tail of mine just fine." Charmeleon snorted, despite the fact he'd been just as uneasy about the entire hotel going down in flames the other night. Still... harsh. He couldn't help having a flame on his tail anymore than Bulba could help having a bulb on his back.

...Which he didn't, while he was in human form.
That was kinda unfair.

Anyway, changing the subject to something that wouldn't make him grumpy. "Who's this blue-haired kid, anyway? I know it wasn't that Manaphy shrimp, because he was with the boss for most of the ride, right?"

He had realized how badly it had sounded the moment he said it. Bulbasaur hadn't actually meant it entirely that way, more relieved that Char hadn't ended up rooming with anyone he'd want to spit a Flamethrower at. He gave Char an anxious look, an apology written all over his face.

And oh. That was right. Bulba briefly remembered seeing Green sitting with the other water pokemon. That destroyed that option of an answer. Bulbasaur shrugged. "I think he might be a Squirtle? ... We talked a lot, but I think we forgot names."

...Come again?

A Squirtle?

As in, stupid turtles that Charmeleon despised?
As in, there was only one at this school, so far as Char knew?
As in, that one single Squirtle was RED'S SQUIRTLE?!

You could actually see Charmeleon's eye twitch.

"Say what?! I musta been hearin' things, 'cause I thought you said... haha, no, that ain't right. I know it ain't. You ain't that stupid, Bulba, I know you ain't. You'd never... seriously? You can't be serious. Squirtle, Bulba?! You ain't even got any CLUE how hard I'm tryin' not to hit you right now!" How stupid could one Pokemon get? What was he gonna do if Green figured out just who that Squirtle was? WHY WAS HE CHUMMING IT UP WITH SQUIRTLE? That idiot!

Today clearly was a stupid day. Good job, Bulba.

Bulbasaur glared at Charmeleon, feeling himself getting on the defensive. He hadn't done anything! ... Well, no, he did a lot of stuff. But he hadn't said anything about it! No, that line of thinking was just digging him an even deeper hole.

Not that there was really anyway for him to avoid that at this point.

"What're you gonna hit me for? It's not like I asked to get roomed up with him!" Which was the truth, funnily enough.

"You were still sittin' with him on the bus, though!" Charmeleon snapped back in response, a sharp sizzle accompanying his words as he slapped his tail against the wet rocks. "Don't be stupid, Bulba! Where do you think this kinda thing is gonna end up, huh? Ain't nothin' good gonna come from it!"

And Char thought he'd warned that stupid turtle to watch himself. Looked like he was going to have to beat that particular warning into Squirtle's thick skull the hard way.

Green didn't think Bulbasaur would've interacted with any of Red's Pokemon, or so he was hoping this wasn't his Squirtle. "Wait Charmeleon, it might not even be Red's Squirtle right? Bulbasaur, do you know if it's his or not?" He asked in a quite serious tone, for the most part Green was trying to stay calm but he felt a annoying feeling inside him hoping that wasn't the case. He TOLD them both to stay away from Red's Pokemon, why couldn't they listen? Although he had no idea of the events to this point.

"Don't lie, because I'll find out eventually." He looked at him directly with a face that was stern and not like himself at all, he only did this when one of them messed up, and it wasn't often. Well in Charmeleon's case it was a little different.

Green was not going to stop Charmeleon though if it was Red's Squirtle.

Bulba felt his stomach churn. This was definitely not how things should have been going. He messed up and he knew it. The issue of Red had been brought up and he was was screwed because of it. Ohh, he was dumb.

He wanted nothing more than to disappear when Green looked at him. It was that look. "He didn't mention it to me and he never went back to his normal form," he said, looking straight at Green the best he could. Bulba hadn't even realized he had been grabbing the rock he was sitting on until his grip on it tightened. He hadn't seen that look in a long time. "Didn't really think to question it," he continued. "Also wouldn't have wanted to look silly coming to ask to stay with you if my room mate sucked... That would be lame."

"And I would've sat somewhere else on the bus if there had been a better seat," he said, glancing at Char. "The creepy lunch lady was the one driving, I didn't want to sit up front." Bulba frowned, quietly adding, "There were a lot of creepy people on that bus."

Green couldn't help but feel a bit taken back but he still was angry he didn't listen to him in the first place. They were Red's and if they had been any interaction it would be harder to fight him. What if they ended up in a battle and refused to fight eachother? He didn't want to deal with that.

"Well as long as you don't see him anymore, It's not like we can do much about the room arrangements now." But then he glanced at Charmeleon for a minute. "You can make sure the turtle understands though."

Charmeleon understood what Green was getting at. Or what he wanted to think Green was getting at, anyways, because one way or another... that Squirtle was in for the beating of a lifetime. "You can count on me, boss." He nodded, gaze flickering over to Bulba for the briefest of moments.

...Che. Stupid kid. It was for his own good. Bulba might not like it now, but someday, he'd get it.

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