Phone Post

[rivalkidneypunch]

[You have reached the phone of one (1) Char. Call, text, send him nudes, do whatever your heart desires -- just be kind enough to leave a date and time.]

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[rivalsolarbeam]

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

[rivalkidneypunch]

"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."

[rivalsolarbeam]

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

[rivalkidneypunch]

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."

[rivalsolarbeam]

"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.

[rivalkidneypunch]

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?"

[rivalsolarbeam]

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.