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blossom; cellphone

[You have reached the voice mailbox of ...Vinnie. Please leave a message after the tone.

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BEEP!

Or drop him a text. He's been really into that lately. Specify date and time and which boy you just saw Sasha talking to so he knows who to punch.]

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[Vinnie was doing his best not to think about Red right now. He took another drink of his tea to distract himself from the inevitable comparison, from mulling on the timing, from feeling unwanted. Someone else wanted him, and he was sitting right there. Even if it didn't fill that same empty space, he chided himself for being picky.]

Maybe? I don't know what grade I got, though. You'd have to ask him that.

The grade isn't quite as important this time, I think.

[Bulba took another sip himself, chewing thoughtfully on the stray pearls he picked up. He kept his eyes on his cup, tapping the straw with his finger.]

Though to tell you the truth, I probably wouldn't have listened this time even if it hadn't been a pass.

Hmmm. [Vinnie mused on this. He was going to wager a guess that no one else knew as of right now - otherwise he probably would've been on fire. Seeing how he was still pretty uncertain of what to do with himself, he was fine with it staying that way for now. This wasn't a date, officially, and nothing had really happened. It probably wouldn't for a while, so it didn't bear thinking too hard about.

Though it'd be an interesting day when he had to face up to the family.]

You'd really made up your mind about this, didn't you.

[Bulba nodded.]

... I wasn't going to say anything at first. I think I told you as much, actually. [He laughed a little at that, sounding a little embarrassed about it.]

It was just going to be a hassle and I knew that- [He paused, glancing up at Vinnie very briefly.] ...thought that nothing was going to come from it.

It might just be selfish of me, but I realized if I didn't say it I'd just regret it. I didn't want to do that. I didn't think Green was really going to approve at all either, but that wouldn't have changed how I feel.

[Vinnie smiled softly, still a little pink at the edges.]

Well. As long as you don't regret it now.

[Sheepishly, he sucked on his straw until it started making that obnoxious sound of having reached the very last bit of drink that refused to go up quietly. Ah. The Venusaur had been so busy trying to occupy himself, he'd went and polished off his drink a bit too quickly.]

Not at all.

[Bulba looked back up and smiled, hiding a bit of another laugh behind his hand.]

...Can I get you another drink? I probably owe you at least a few now.

What? Nah, I'm pretty full actually.

[It was the pearls. They were pretty filling for a saur's appetite. Vinnie swirled his straw around the little ice field left over in his cup, searching for tapioca stragglers that were left over.]

Goddamn, this does feel like a date. You paid an' everything.

[Did this make him the girl. Did it. Fuck.]

[Tricksy pearls.

Bulba's smile took a teasing edge to it.]

I told you.

[He opened his mouth to say something else, but quickly raised his straw to his lips instead. A suggestion that maybe next time they could go dutch was a bit too forward and pressuring when he didn't know if there would even be a next time.]

... I was happy to.

Fiiine. [Yeah okay Vinnie was an idiot, news to no one.]

This doesn't count as a first date though! Cuz I didn't know it was one. So there.

[With that fact firmly established, he slurped up the last few pearls and set the cup down.]

I'll ask you out when I'm ready. And I'll pay. Okay?

Heheh, fair enough.

[But then the inner yelling intensified. Bulba stared again, straw hanging loosely from his mouth for a second.

That was. Very straightforward. And sounded somewhat definitive, in its own way, just without a time attached. But it was... something. Bulba blinked.]

Okay.

[He couldn't actually stop smiling, even if he knew he shouldn't be too hopeful.] That sounds good.

Good.

[Satisfied with that, Vinnie absently rubbed his cheek, as though that would somehow get the flushed, burning sensation to stop. They were still friends for now. Just friends. Very close friends, until he wanted to give this other thing a try.

But the seed was planted, and he couldn't un-know what he knew now. This was just the season of things said that couldn't be taken back.]

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