It was suddenly stunningly clear what might have transpired between them.
Afterwards. He knew afterwards. He remembered sitting at the edge of a bed shadow, tiny Bulbasaur claws just barely crossing its threshold as he tried to stay out of the Charmeleon's personal space but still be there so he wasn't alone. Most attempts at getting closer resulted in swipes or hisses of flame. There were tiny piles of berries and cookies- Daisy had tasked him with giving them out. When everyone's down, she had said, we need to make sure they're still warm and fed.
For him, afterwards was running all through Green's house, trying his best to help everyone in their grief. He'd been broken hearted but it... it faded quicker for him, than it did everyone else. It hadn't been any less important, of course not. He'd pushed himself so hard to do right by Green. It had meant so much to his trainer to win. He'd been crushed. But... they couldn't get stuck there forever. Maybe he'd just been too young for it to truly stick like it had for Char. Bulba didn't know. But he knew it could run deep. He knew how much the actual rivalry meant for the dragon and his pride, not to mention his standing with Green and everything else it all meant.
And to be honest, it did hurt to hear that Vinnie had thought nothing of them. The moment his words sunk in, Bulba's hand tensed briefly on Vinnie's back. It put all that time spent trying to do anything with the older saur in a new light that didn't look good at all, but...
But it didn't hurt him the way it could have a few years ago. The soothing motions from his fingers began anew, a silent reassurance that Bulba was okay.
He'd always been easy to coax forgiveness from though. Char, however.
"So you fought about it," Bulba added for him quietly, bridging the logical next step.
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Afterwards. He knew afterwards. He remembered sitting at the edge of a bed shadow, tiny Bulbasaur claws just barely crossing its threshold as he tried to stay out of the Charmeleon's personal space but still be there so he wasn't alone. Most attempts at getting closer resulted in swipes or hisses of flame. There were tiny piles of berries and cookies- Daisy had tasked him with giving them out. When everyone's down, she had said, we need to make sure they're still warm and fed.
For him, afterwards was running all through Green's house, trying his best to help everyone in their grief. He'd been broken hearted but it... it faded quicker for him, than it did everyone else. It hadn't been any less important, of course not. He'd pushed himself so hard to do right by Green. It had meant so much to his trainer to win. He'd been crushed. But... they couldn't get stuck there forever. Maybe he'd just been too young for it to truly stick like it had for Char. Bulba didn't know. But he knew it could run deep. He knew how much the actual rivalry meant for the dragon and his pride, not to mention his standing with Green and everything else it all meant.
And to be honest, it did hurt to hear that Vinnie had thought nothing of them. The moment his words sunk in, Bulba's hand tensed briefly on Vinnie's back. It put all that time spent trying to do anything with the older saur in a new light that didn't look good at all, but...
But it didn't hurt him the way it could have a few years ago. The soothing motions from his fingers began anew, a silent reassurance that Bulba was okay.
He'd always been easy to coax forgiveness from though. Char, however.
"So you fought about it," Bulba added for him quietly, bridging the logical next step.