Show and Tell had never, ever been a thing that Green Team was very good at in any capacity.
Showing was always something that Bulba had learned was kind of embarrassing at best and that no one on the team was all too fond of it. It was only somewhat recently that he'd been able to start being as physically comfortable as he wanted to be with even Green, and that was probably only because the trainer had mellowed out some. As far as he was aware, the wall that Char had put up in regards to things like that was still standing strong. Sometimes Bulba had been able to sneak past it, but he knew it had always been with a certain amount of awkwardness for the Charizard. The unspoken mandates about what was and wasn't acceptable were ground in pretty far. When a touch was how Bulba naturally felt like conveying something, it was hard.
Telling was something that all of them were miserable at. None of them were very good about talking about their feelings, even now. Rhys was the only one that was ever pretty okay at it.
Between one or the other, it was remarkable that they had even got this far. But when it came down to situations like right here and now, it left Bulba at a complete loss of what he should do. The answer of how to express the feelings caught up in his chest eluded him. He didn't know how to put them into words properly when they were so conflicted with each other, and he still didn't think he was allowed to pass the boundaries set up by small half-touches.
... Then again, maybe he just didn't care anymore.
Yeah. Maybe he didn't.
Bulba took a step closer to him, boldly nuzzling his face against Char's shoulder. It still looked pretty weird in people terms, but whatever. And yeah, Char kind of smelled extremely gross, but what else was an Ivysaur for? Now he was going to smell like blood and puke and Toxic fumes and the pleasant aroma of flowers. Awesome.
"Listen," he murmured against the clothe of Char's sleeve, turning his head slightly to be heard better. "I don't... I don't like how things ended up." Obviously not. Not that he really knew at this point just how bad things had gotten, but he could at least say that he hated the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought about the state the room was in. He hated seeing how Char had ended up.
"... I don't think it was really worth the trouble." He didn't want to see anyone he cared about getting hurt on his behalf, even if that hadn't been exactly what they were aiming for. He didn't want anyone he cared about getting hurt because of him either. What a mess.
"You really didn't have to but... I can still appreciate why." At least he thought he could. All of his feelings regarding this whole thing were a mess and he didn't really know what to do about it.
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Showing was always something that Bulba had learned was kind of embarrassing at best and that no one on the team was all too fond of it. It was only somewhat recently that he'd been able to start being as physically comfortable as he wanted to be with even Green, and that was probably only because the trainer had mellowed out some. As far as he was aware, the wall that Char had put up in regards to things like that was still standing strong. Sometimes Bulba had been able to sneak past it, but he knew it had always been with a certain amount of awkwardness for the Charizard. The unspoken mandates about what was and wasn't acceptable were ground in pretty far. When a touch was how Bulba naturally felt like conveying something, it was hard.
Telling was something that all of them were miserable at. None of them were very good about talking about their feelings, even now. Rhys was the only one that was ever pretty okay at it.
Between one or the other, it was remarkable that they had even got this far. But when it came down to situations like right here and now, it left Bulba at a complete loss of what he should do. The answer of how to express the feelings caught up in his chest eluded him. He didn't know how to put them into words properly when they were so conflicted with each other, and he still didn't think he was allowed to pass the boundaries set up by small half-touches.
... Then again, maybe he just didn't care anymore.
Yeah. Maybe he didn't.
Bulba took a step closer to him, boldly nuzzling his face against Char's shoulder. It still looked pretty weird in people terms, but whatever. And yeah, Char kind of smelled extremely gross, but what else was an Ivysaur for? Now he was going to smell like blood and puke and Toxic fumes and the pleasant aroma of flowers. Awesome.
"Listen," he murmured against the clothe of Char's sleeve, turning his head slightly to be heard better. "I don't... I don't like how things ended up." Obviously not. Not that he really knew at this point just how bad things had gotten, but he could at least say that he hated the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought about the state the room was in. He hated seeing how Char had ended up.
"... I don't think it was really worth the trouble." He didn't want to see anyone he cared about getting hurt on his behalf, even if that hadn't been exactly what they were aiming for. He didn't want anyone he cared about getting hurt because of him either. What a mess.
"You really didn't have to but... I can still appreciate why." At least he thought he could. All of his feelings regarding this whole thing were a mess and he didn't really know what to do about it.