4th bloom

[punchtheflowers]

[Vinnie had been spending a lot of time on his own outside, watching the flower buds peek through the snow. Had he been actively avoiding certain people? Hell yes. But he was privately trying to console himself with the slow return of spring.

It was getting warmer. Greener. All his hopes for the future lay in the coming month.

All are welcome to bug him as he mopes in the melting snow.]

= = =

I wanna get back into training again. At least doing something. I'm sick of waiting around and feeling like this. I've been getting into fights anyway, so... I should've told you about those.

I know I've been pulling stupid shit lately. You can lay it on me for that.

= = =

...Sorry for being such an asshole.

There's a girl that likes me. I don't know what the fuck t'do.

So if you guys have any ideas on how I should stop fucking up my life, I'm all ears.

By the way, Smoe: those nose things work really well. Thanks.

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[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

::A giant dragon turtle is walking by you as you mope in the snow::

::In fact, it looks like he's probably going to walk by you and purposefully shove you into a snow drift as he does so::

::SHOVE::

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[Oh what?! Suddenly Vinnie's face met the cold, wet slush, courtesy of a complete dick of a stranger. It only took a second for the shock to fade as he whipped around, indignant and furious.]

What the fuck's your problem!?

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

::OH BALLS HE IS 8 FEET TALL AND PISSY::

You were in my way, greeny.

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[On one hand... this guy was an asshole. On the other hand he was gigantic and Vinnie had already gotten into an ill-advised fight with Char the other day. Another fight was not going to be the best idea.

Grumbling, he shot the spiky Blastoise guy a withering glare as he stood up and brushed the snow off himself. The flowers deserved more attention, and he turned to make sure that none of them had been flattened by the fall.]

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

::Refused to take the bait, huh?::

::We'll see how much you like not taking the bait::

::Is that a fireball headed at all of those flowers you're paying more attention to than Bowser, the guy you should clearly be paying attention to?::

::Oh look at that, it is. It is a fireball headed at the crocuses.::

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[It took a moment for him to even register that this was happening. What had just. Heat. Fire? Why--

But a moment was all it took for the flames to roast those buds. At least, any early bloomers that had peeked above the snow and slush were gone. Others were singed, burned. For what small mercies there were, the fire didn't catch - the weather was far too wet for that.

The blank shock on Vinnie's face was slowly replaced by withering, venomous hate. There goes all that anger management, down the drain.]

YOU FUCKING FUCK!

[In a genius move, he tried to charge the fireball spitting, spike carapaced turtleman two feet taller than him.]

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

::Vinnie you are like a five year old boy, I swear::

::Both in temperament and, at the moment, in fighting ability::

::Bowser is going to catch that fist that is surely flying towards his face::

You have a language problem that needs corrected, especially when talking to a king.

::He snorts flames from his nostrils::

[punchtheflowers.livejournal.com]

[WELL, GODDAMN. WHO SAW THAT COMING.

Vinnie didn't have fire nostrils. He just started... smelling really nice. A super nice floral scent. Somehow, it was not as threatening. But he wasn't backing down just 'cause you were packing heat.]

I don't give a shit.

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

I suggest you start.

::Bowser has noticed that you really like flowers. He doesn't care for flowers himself.::

::While still holding your hand with his claw he shoots two fireballs over Vinnie's shoulders::

::Aimed at other patches of crocuses::

Or there might not be any flowers left by the time you do.