Vinnie's eyes grew wide, like Char had just verbally sucker punched him. Everything in his field of vision felt like it was spinning, but that might've been from the fact that his whole body was beginning to shake. On instinct, his hands had balled up into fists at his sides, and his pulse quickened, spurred by his growing outrage. With a vicious snarl, Vinnie just lost it.
"I'M NOT TRYING T'BE ON YOUR STUPID FUCKING TEAM!"
In the spilled tea, small ripples were spreading out from Vinnie's feet, and the ceramic shards were trembling (tink tink tink!) as the Venusaur's anger leaked out into the ground they stood on. It took all his self control not to sock the Charizard in the face right then and there, or to shove him out of the doorway.
"The fuck do you think I am?! Seriously! Am I the self-righteous jackass who thinks he's above than you, or am I the parasite tryin' to worm my way into your family? You could at least make up your fuckin' mind about what brush t'paint me with. Would it've been easier for you if I just shot down Bulba from the get-go?"
That was a cheap blow, and he knew it - but Vinnie was too far gone to care right now. Too many frustrations bottled up for too long, and now none of those efforts mattered.
"You already made it perfectly clear I'm not wanted. What else do you actually fuckin' need from me?! T'get down on my knees an' beg your forgiveness? Or do you just get a kick out of ignorin' me now?"
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"I'M NOT TRYING T'BE ON YOUR STUPID FUCKING TEAM!"
In the spilled tea, small ripples were spreading out from Vinnie's feet, and the ceramic shards were trembling (tink tink tink!) as the Venusaur's anger leaked out into the ground they stood on. It took all his self control not to sock the Charizard in the face right then and there, or to shove him out of the doorway.
"The fuck do you think I am?! Seriously! Am I the self-righteous jackass who thinks he's above than you, or am I the parasite tryin' to worm my way into your family? You could at least make up your fuckin' mind about what brush t'paint me with. Would it've been easier for you if I just shot down Bulba from the get-go?"
That was a cheap blow, and he knew it - but Vinnie was too far gone to care right now. Too many frustrations bottled up for too long, and now none of those efforts mattered.
"You already made it perfectly clear I'm not wanted. What else do you actually fuckin' need from me?! T'get down on my knees an' beg your forgiveness? Or do you just get a kick out of ignorin' me now?"