Bulba had not had any explicit plans for the day. At least, none that specifically had to do with the day at hand. Mostly they just happened to conveniently end up on the day, which was just fine with Bulba. It fit in quite nicely with his intentions.

Everything was ready to go, more or less. Their appointment was at [xx] and Bulba had already swung in to talk about trees that weren't shitty doodles. Now it was just a matter of getting there, which was why the Venusaur was knocking on the door of Char's dorm.

Hi Char hi Char hi Char.