smash_logs | This is the time to remember, though they will not last forever...

Who: Everybody! Yeeaaah!
What: Graduation and Prom!
When: The evening of June 8th.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: Everything. Everyone. You know who you are. You Know Who You Are.

Whether you've been here every year for what seems like eternity, or this is your first time, nothing quite compares to the feeling of Graduation Day.

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The Stadium was decked out in school colors and the lights were bright. The stage was simple, classy and bereft of decoration barring the happy, smiling faces of your Headmasters and Teachers. (Those of them who do smile, at any rate.) Congratulations on your impending steps forward, those of you who made it through the school year! Hope your gowns are clean and your hats are appropriately be-tassled!

Of course, such pomp and circumstance can't go on forever. Once all the formalities and diplomas and congratulatory Hand shakes are out of the way, we have Prom! There's tables and chairs set up at the other end of the Stadium, and a huge table covered in all manner of finger foods guaranteed not to dribble or splatter on your rental tux or beautiful dress - so long as you're careful, anyway. And don't forget the dance floor and the plethora of music picked just for all of you to dance to! Tonight should be a night to remember!

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[[OOC: Hey there, Smashies! You know the drill, right? It's Graduation! Here's last year's if you need a refresher on how this works. The basics go like this - Graduatiuon itself is broken into several parts. Once the last part, Dismissal, is posted up, that's your cue to make your own top-level threads for Prom! But please don't hesitate to continue tagging Graduation stuff.

If you have any problems, don't hesitate to ping a Mod!]]

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It was time to celebrate. Given the amount of relevant grads this year, there was a lot of reason to do so.

Bulba was usually easy to pick out as he flitted between people at the party, despite the rather ordinary dress shirt and green-vest combo he wore (like he did every other year). The sunshine hair was hard to miss, especially now that it was in a maximum floof stage. Not long enough to pull back, but too long to leave on its own on such a fancy night. A few fancy bobby pins had apparently been the answer, dotting his hair with tiny, pink blossoms. Good.

And if you came up to him, there was a grin waiting and a cheery, "Hey!"

Would you look at that: Vinnie was actually wearing a new suit. Gosh, how sharp. He trotted over with a bit of a bashful smile on his face, still feeling a bit odd to be wearing such new, stiff formal wear.

"Hey." The Venusaur planted a quick smooch on Bulba's lips by way of greeting, before stepping back to take a better look at him. Those little pink flowers were definitely additions he did not expect - they were too nice for him to want to muss up. "Who did your hair? You should wear it like that every day," he chuckled.

Gosh, just look at that. So spiffy and new. They were going to have to break in all that stiffness, definitely.

Bulba hummed, smiling into Vinnie's effective choice of greeting. "You think?" He asked, tilting his head a little as he reached up to graze his fingers over the little flowers. His gein took on a more playful edge as he peered up at Vinnie, informing him that, "Maybe if you did them for me. I did them this time but I don't like having to look in so many mirrors to get the ones in the back."

So that was why Bulba took so long getting ready. Vinnie smiled, but remarked, "They'd probably look half as good if I tried doing 'em. I don't think a single hair tip Erika's girls told me has ever stuck. 'Cept for makin' me shave all the time."

Which he hoped was appreciated? Yes?

The shiny saur laughed, an amused gleam in his eye. "That's okay. I'm probably just looking for excuses for you to touch my hair." A bit bluntly honest, which was step in what he hoped was a good direction in the whole 'speaking up' department. Positive things were a good way to start, and he did really like it when the other Venusaur ran his fingers through his hair.

"But I'm sure they'd be glad at least one lesson stuck," Bulba mused, reaching out to run his fingers over Vinnie's chin. So nice, so smooth. Though he couldn't say he really had a preference between a clean-shaven Vinnie and a stubbled one, since either way he could still find that one spot for a tiny scratch like he was doing right now.

He smiled. "I can live with thaaahh..." Vinnie melted into the lovely sensation of jaw scratches, too distracted to even finish his sentence. A low, happy hum replaced anything he might have added - if Bulba was taking advantage of this newfound weakness, he had no complaints about it.

Bulba was definitely taking advantage of it, so it was good that the older saur didn't mind. He took a few more moments, simply soaking up everything that was the scritches-induced pile of pleasure Vinnie had melted in to. "This is never going to get old," he practically purred, reluctantly drawing his fingers away from Vinnie's jaw with a bright giggle.

"Feelin' more relaxed in your suit yet?" He dropped his hand down to pat the lapels of the Venusaur's jacket, stepping back to give the whole ensemble an eager once over. "C'mon, show it off."

Boo, the scratches stopped. He pouted with faux disappointment. "Aww..." Vinnie rubbed his chin, just to get rid of the last of the satisfying ghostly tingles. Melting into a boneless pile while they were in public where everyone could see their sap probably wasn't the best front to put up, even if he wouldn't have minded it lasting a little longer.

The Venusaur smoothed down his suit to help regain composure just a bit. "This? It's still kinda stiff, but if feels like a better fit." The colours were remarkably neutral for something Vinnie wore, which was most likely at the insistence of a sales clerk. It did make him look much sharper than usual though. "You, uh, like it?"

The other Venusaur took a moment to answer, gold eyes making an obvious trek across the new shapes and contours the suit helped highlight on Vinnie's person. He was certainly taking his sweet time, knowing it'd fluster his boyfriend a bit. The rosey dusting was just one of the last key components to make it a perfect picture.

The blonde hummed in appreciation as his gaze roamed back up to meet the other's. "I do. You make it look good."

"It's not as bright as I'm used to though... Oh!" Reaching up behind his head, Bulba quickly stepped back in to fill the space he had vacated a few moments before. His fingers quickly found their way across Vinnie's jacket again, apparently unable to keep to themselves, and the shiny saur tucked away one of the flowers he had plucked from his hair into Vinnie's breast pocket.

"There!"

This is the time to remember, though they will not last forever...

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