rivalkidneypunch | Phone Post

Awwww who was an adorably horrifying monster awww. It was you, Rasputin, oh yes it was.

"Heheh. Yeah, probably about as ready as I'll ever be."

Char nodded, and soothed his adorably horrifying monster with promises that he'd be home later and also to be good. (Probably Char's definition of "be good" included some amount of "if you leave a dead thing in Genny's sock drawer I won't be mad.") Once spiders had bid goodbye to the birthday boy and the door was shut and locked, they were off on their noble adventure.

"So, I gotta ask," Char announced before too long. "What's the story behind the neuron-forky-thing, anyway? It mean something, or is it just 'cause it looks cool?"

The Venusaur had to laugh at the prospect of it just looking cool, considering the way it looked in his more-than-amateur scrawls. "Yeah, it looked really cool when you saw it, definitely."

His smile grew a bit more bashful though. He'd dodged actually talking about it before, which he had been a bit grateful for because gosh it was just saptown all over the place. "It's, uh... more or less a 'know your roots' kind of deal."

Char's keen and cunning predator senses must not have been working that day, because he failed to smell the incoming sweetness of saptown. "Hey, it was cool for a pitchforky-lookin' thing," he clarified with a laugh of his own.

He could appreciate the sentiment of knowing your roots, though; he couldn't say his own logic behind the tattoo he wanted was all that dissimilar, even if his case was a lot more broad than Bulba's. "So we talkin' about Green, or is this, like... the Garden with a capital G kinda roots?"

He shook his head. "It's a family tree," he explained enigmatically. Bulba glanced over at him, still looking weirdly shy about the whole thing. Trying to explain it without it being right there was clearly just doing to sound silly.

"It'll make more sense when it's done."

Family tree? If anything, Char was more confused than before. That turn of phrase usually summoned up mental images of likes of great-aunts and grandparents. Something, as far as he knew, lab starters didn't know all that extensively. Saurs might have been a bit different, being more parent-bonding than Charmanders and all, but biological parents tended not to be a common topic of conversation for... any of Green Team's members, really.

Char shrugged, not sure what to make of the grand mystery of the family tree canoe paddle thing. "Well, alright, but that means I'm askin' for an explanation once it's all finished."

"Done deal," Bulba promised with a chuckle. "There will be plenty of visual aid and everything, aren't you lucky."

"Super lucky," Char agreed. "Maybe you can tattoo on a few arrows explainin' what everything means for me, too. Just in case. I'm real bad with symbolism."

"Maybe I'll just have some lines so you can play fill in the blanks or something."

"Oh no. Don't do that. You know anytime I get Mad Libs-ass blanks handed to me I'm fillin' every blank with dicks."

"Whoa, hey now. You might be catering a bit too much to my preferences there, Char."

For a moment, Char looked puzzled, but recognition quickly sunk in, and laughter came with it.

"Whoa, okay. We can maybe save that for the second tattoo."

"Probably the best plan for everyone involved," Bulba snickered.

And lo, somewhere along the line they had made it to their destination. The hype was mounting.

There were no brakes on board the hype train. Char's tail twitched restlessly -- his first time under the needle hadn't been the most wonderful of times, and he hadn't set foot in a tattoo joint since.

His eyes slid up from the sign over the place to his brother beside him. "You ready?"

Bulba's gaze had also been trained on the sign. Luckily, he didn't have any previous bad experiences, but that didn't stop him from being a bit nervous. Vinnie had said it was fine, even if it pricked and stung a little, but the shiny Venusaur had a feeling the other was made of stronger stuff than he was.

He glanced to Char, mustering up an encouraging little grin after a moment. (It was for both of them.) He nodded. "I am if you are."

The Venusaur reached out to place his hand on the door, easing it with a very slight push to get it started.

[First text contains three consecutive pics, a cleavage shot, a jeans hugging hips shot and a tail flame shot.]

[Second text:]

 Not nudes but close enough! Hope that's a good enough tribute to use this phone haha! :p 

Butt anyways... well, hey, Umm I was wondering if maybe you wana hang out some time or something. I mean, being charizards and all now I just thought... you know... Well anyways, yeah! That's all I wanted to say!

[When Char checked his phone, he'd just been expecting something like a text from Bulba asking what he wanted for lunch. Instead, pics. It takes a second to send a text back. Partially because of the thought of what both of them being Charizards means, but mostly because damn, girl. Thank goodness text messages don't really convey just how flustered a person is, because this is not the suavest reaction ever seen.]

Yes. Definitely yes. we could hang out.

[The text was pretty quick to return.]

You mean it?! Awesome! =D Just let me know when and where and I'll be there for sure!

Even when they are not actually using the phone.

But let us say it is a class day, and that today's round of Pokemon Studies had come to a close. Bulba had whisked away whatever quizzes needed grading. One by one the students had left until the classroom was empty, save for one teacher Charizard.

Oh, and Blue, who had waited until everyone else was gone before she wandered up to Char's desk looking like she had burning inquiries.

As gung-ho as Char was about the actual field of Pokemon Studies, he still made a point of looking bored for the last bit of class. He'd spent his entire high-school career making the point that school was for nerdlingers, after all. No use being a hypocrite.

He glanced up when Blue approached his desk, bearing the distinctive gleam of Burning Inquiries in her eye. Char sat up straighter, prepared to do his actual job for a bit. "Need something?"

The Inquires were Burning ever bright. Blue pushed back a bit of her hair and leaned palms down against his desk. Perhaps this was a matter of grave importance.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"S'what I'm there for, ain't it?" Char answered, not quite comprehending the implications of this leaning in. This was just going to be some boring question about different Herdier phenotypes across regions or ideal moveset coverage or something, right?

Technically the question on Blue's mind actually was related to the class, in a way. It had been on her mind for quite a while now. Super long. As long as she had known he was a Charizard kind of long. That was certainly a while. The dragon she knew best was and always would be Sienna, and there were some things with her lovely that Blue often wondered were universal Charizard traits or not.

So in Blue leaned a bit more, her burning inquiries getting supplemented with devious curiosity.

"Uh huh. It's a Charizard question. What happens when I do this?"

That was when Blue very deliberately scritched Char's chest through his sweater vest in a well practiced motion.

Char could honestly say he hadn't seen that one coming. Not just the whole scritchies thing, because scritchies were generally not a thing covered in his course material. But how it felt, too.

See, Char'd been around for a while, sure. And he'd gotten comfortable enough with Green that the dude could take him by the horns and live to tell the tale. But getting to be okay with touch had taken a long, long time. So long, that nobody had ever really gotten around to trying chest scritchies out.

So Char froze. Char stared up at Blue like he wasn't sure whether he was outraged or irritated or just incredibly bewildered.

Char's tail made a loud embarrassing "thunk" sound as it started wiggling like mad down below his desk.

Leave it to Blue to think that casually scritching a dragon was a good idea. Then again, it was probably only because it was Char. There was no way she could have ever gone around and done anything remotely like the sort to 'zards she'd just met, that was a recipe for disaster. Char, though. Char she had full faith and trust in.

So it delighted her to hear the tell tale thumps coming from below the desk. Probably she shouldn't have looked so pleased about it, but this was Blue. That heart was right there on her sleeve, so her grin was bright despite the look on his face. That tail was much more honest.

The scritches continued.

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December 13 /13 two consecutive texts after hearing the voice mail

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Reserves your whole phone post for Me.

This is now a Bret Post (for brets)

Gggoood.

Coolest post in town now

Yep

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