Bulba let out a slow exhale, running one of his still hesitant hands through his hair. "Yeah, I know. You're right." And it seemed like he was. Bulba just hadn't expected it to go the way it had been laid out. No, he'd never want the Squirtle to win, but he didn't want pools of blood either. Nor did he want a brother chockfull of toxins, even if this was something that happened to some extent more than once prior to this.
Despite what he said, he wasn't really sure he could believe it. But that was something to be shelved for another time. It could get pulled down and analyzed whenever he had placed himself behind closed doors. He'd just resolve to try and get in contact with the other party later, for better or for worse. For now he would have to try and believe that maybe things were actually okay. Maybe this was just another case of Bulba having the dumbs.
He desperately wished that had any possibility of being true.
"... Sorry I'm such a worry wart all the time." Like right now, while he was glancing over to see how the dragon was faring with the trek down the hallway.
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Despite what he said, he wasn't really sure he could believe it. But that was something to be shelved for another time. It could get pulled down and analyzed whenever he had placed himself behind closed doors. He'd just resolve to try and get in contact with the other party later, for better or for worse. For now he would have to try and believe that maybe things were actually okay. Maybe this was just another case of Bulba having the dumbs.
He desperately wished that had any possibility of being true.
"... Sorry I'm such a worry wart all the time." Like right now, while he was glancing over to see how the dragon was faring with the trek down the hallway.