The Ivysaur fell into a slow stride at Char's side, turning his eyes towards the floor.
"It's not sitting well," he admitted.
The whole thing was just... it made Bulba's stomach churn some. He hadn't thought as much about the fight as he possibly should have, but in the end that was probably because he had assumed that's just what it would be. A fight. They were probably never going to be anything Bulba actually wanted on his behalf, but he guessed it was tolerable. There was nothing too terribly out of the ordinary about Char prompting a fight.
Providing it was actually a fight. That had been some sort of one-sided something or another. It was bothering him quite a bit. He couldn't fathom how things had come to that. There was just something fundamentally wrong with it that was leaving an awful taste in Bulba's mouth. It was right up there with the droop of Char's tail and the carefullness of his step.
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"It's not sitting well," he admitted.
The whole thing was just... it made Bulba's stomach churn some. He hadn't thought as much about the fight as he possibly should have, but in the end that was probably because he had assumed that's just what it would be. A fight. They were probably never going to be anything Bulba actually wanted on his behalf, but he guessed it was tolerable. There was nothing too terribly out of the ordinary about Char prompting a fight.
Providing it was actually a fight. That had been some sort of one-sided something or another. It was bothering him quite a bit. He couldn't fathom how things had come to that. There was just something fundamentally wrong with it that was leaving an awful taste in Bulba's mouth. It was right up there with the droop of Char's tail and the carefullness of his step.
"Something feels wrong."