punchtheflowers | 4th bloom

4th bloom

[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.]

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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.

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...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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[So it seemed the quiet types were multiplying. That was alright. Was it a sister that resembled him, or one that merely shared the bond of one? It was often hard to tell at the school, so Vianca could not immediately bring to mind anyone that would have been the sister in question. Perhaps she was not currently attending. Vianca supposed it didn't really matter. A sister was a sister. That would never change.

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment and she counted all of the little pieces of metal sticking out of his face. Hm. Vianca turned her eyes away, looking towards the flowers he had brought attention to. How out of place they looked. Still, they were comforting.

Oh okay Vinnie there was that stare again. Her head tilted slightly. Maybe he had a twin. This one seemed... pleasant.]

[He could still feel her gaze staring at him, studying every detail of him. Funny sort of feeling, that was. Seemed like somehow he was always able to attract more attention than he'd like, even when he wasn't trying to stand out. For a brief moment he wondered if she was a ghost, too. That complexion was almost too pale... but no.

At any rate, she seemed curious about him, so it'd be rude to keep her wondering. He was okay with the conversation being one-sided.]

...My name's Vinnie. I'm one'a Red's Pokemon. I've seen you in some've my classes before, right?

[Oh good, she had gotten his name right. Perhaps he wasn't a twin... unless there was one that wasn't named Vinnie. It was beginning to seem somewhat unlikely, but she couldn't rule out the possibility. She hadn't really known he had belonged to anyone, so that was a bit of new information to tuck away.

Vianca nodded again. Huddled over personality tests, wandering between rows of flora in the greenhouse... They had both been there. Ah, but she had looked different in Miss Blacky's class.

It occurred to Vianca then that there was a reason she already knew his name, and it wasn't just because of classes. She supposed then that there were at least a few words she would have to say to him.]

... Vianca.

[She looked back at the tulips.]

...Cameron is doing well.

[Ah. There it was, a rush of old guilt washing over him. Of course she knew who you were, you were the one responsible for what happened to her. Idly, he wondered: was that the reason she'd gotten so pale? He swore she looked more... vibrant before.

Well, he wasn't going to point it out, just in case it was touchy subject. The Venusaur simply nodded mutely himself, a mix of concern and consideration rising to the surface. Her presence was so delicate, but somehow she seemed right at home with the chill of snow. If it weren't for that, she might've reminded him of stray blossom.]

...S'good to hear.

Are you... doing okay too?

[She held no fault against him for what had happened. If she had bothered to sign her name on that note, it might have been something to remember. But hoping people forgot you meant you shouldn't leave reminders behind. Things were as they should have been.

Vianca considered the question. Under which indication of okay had he meant... Looking at each of them, she supposed the answer rang true for both physical and mental wellness. More or less.

It was back to nodding for her. She was fine. After a moment she looked back at him again as if she was expecting him to say something else.

How are you?]

[A nod. He'd have to take that as a yes, or at least, as much of an answer as she was able to give him. She was getting by. Life wasn't exactly bliss, but it was tolerable, and that was as much as they could probably hope for.

Well, she was looking at him again, with a slight air of inquiry about her. As though she were asking the same thing of him.

Maybe it was her silence, but it seemed to demand a more honest response than a simple, I'm fine.]

Trying to deal with a bunch'a stuff on my plate. I'll be al'right.

Edited 2011-04-02 08:17 (UTC)

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4th bloom

who am I going to eat these crepes with.

drag my corpse to the cafe

okay I will do this

and I will do this ten million years later

but it was delicious. and I'm going to want crepes again. fuuuu--

yesss crepes