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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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More ideas that had never actually occurred to him before this. Not just the idea that flowers were any different in winter -- they sure looked the same, and he was pretty sure that both Vinnie and Bulba had used grass-type moves in the winter just fine -- but the concept of something with no brain actually being capable of wanting something was pretty novel.

Though if he was picking up what Vinnie was implying, then he supposed that it wasn't the brain doing the wanting in that particular case, was it?

But no, that was an explanation that made even less sense. Char wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "What? No, don't be gross, Vinine. This is Bulba's flower, remember?" For one, he was pretty sure Bulba and Vinnie were like brothers or some shit -- he wouldn't be so jealous or insecure if he didn't feel his own position as older brother was being threatened, after all. For another, Vinnie looking pretty dang boobtastic right now probably meant that he wasn't exactly fitting Bulba's ideal type. "This thing ain't got nothin' to do with anything, alright?" Though... no, screw that. Thinking about that too hard just lead down the slippery slope of "does being fused with a gay guy's plant-thing make me half-gay or something," so it seemed like a thing that shouldn't be scrutinized too hard.

"Just take it for what it is, Vinnie. You're cute, that's it. Don't mean I'm gonna immediately sweep you up in my arms or some shit."

Was there an unspoken "unless you want me to" nailed onto the end of that? Yes. Very yes. It also didn't take too long for that distinctly Char-like nerve-grating smirk to start creeping back onto that distinctly Bulba-like face.

Despite himself, Vinnie glanced at Char out the very corner of his eye and narrowed them with complete disbelief. Nothing coming out of the guy's mouth made any sense at all. What? Whatever it was that the former dragon had assumed about their floral existence, it had to be completely and fundamentally wrong, to the extent that the Venusaur had no idea where to even start correcting him.

The unspoken breezed right over her head, thankfully for Vinnie. No sweeping up of the arms. Good. Boundaries.

She turned her head back around to blurt out, "Are you even speaking English anymore? That's not Bulba's flower now." Lifting her hand out of the water, Vinnie pointed at the Ivysaur in question and made a circular motion as though he were gesturing at the entirety of Char's swapped body. "It's 'yours.' It's part of you."

The idea that there was some part of Bulba's psyche somehow trapped inside his floral half, like it held a secret nugget of his original mind was absurd. While flowers certainly had a presence, a consciousness, an ability to perceive the world around them, it was nothing so complex and distinguishing as an animal organism. There was 'safety' and 'kin' and there was 'danger' and 'enemy' - there was 'grow' and 'reproduce' and there was 'perish'.

The basic needs of any plant was pretty much the same. Whatever sexual preference that made up Bulba, it was contained entirely in his animal half. No one was half-gay here. Geez.

Whoa, whoa. No thanks. Char did not particularly want some strange lifeform being a part of him. Thus far, the advantages of a plant buddy had struck him as more disadvantageous than anything; if it weren't for his branding the thing as a facet of Bulba's being, he would have grown to consider it about as pleasant to have around as a tapeworm.

That part about being a facet of Bulba was especially important in and of itself. He knew that Bulba wasn't especially happy with this current state of affairs. Even if Char was still in the process of learning how to like the flower, it was something the kid obviously felt abandoned and incomplete without. The idea that he had snatched away something so important and, even unintentionally, claimed it as his instead, was not... well... that didn't feel especially brotherly, did it? He'd sort of hoped this weird-ass situation would have given him a chance to get closer to his brother, not end up being an obstacle to his happiness yet again.

His ears flattened themselves against his head. "It ain't mine," he stressed. "I don't want nothin' to do with it. I'm just babysittin'." How had they gone from discussing Vinnie's assets to talking about the magical world of stupid-ass flowers, anyway? Call him unrefined, but he much preferred to be thinking about boobs than bulbs. "Look, forget the stupid thing. You sure know how to derail the mood, huh?"

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