[The first shock came with the tear. Green could feel a very strong pounding in his chest in the sight of the tear rolling down Frankie's face, accompanied with an image of holding the humanized Ivysaur in his arms. Instead he took a step backwards. He had to go. Everything was confusing, and the Stun Spore had worn off entirely by this point. Frankie had killed Ivysaur. Frankie was crying. He didn't know how to feel. But before he could make any more distance between them, Frankie closed it, grabbed his face, and that's when the second shock to his system came.
Frankie had killed Ivysaur. Frankie had been crying. Frankie was kissing him.
Green could feel an involuntary heat rise to his cheeks at the intimate gesture, could feel more than hear a whine emerging in the back of his throat. No, no he didn't want this. He'd never even kissed any one...
However, any sensation at all was whited out at the first taste of poison.
He struggled, the horrendously sour, sharp sensation of the toxic sludge filling his mouth, his nose, his senses. His eyes watered, both from pain and just the rancid nature of the attack. He pushed Frankie again, but he had better believe that this time he meant it. Stumbling backwards, Green whined as he held his throat. He spit out the sludge, but he knew as well as anyone that it was an empty gesture. He had already swallowed some.
More coughing. He looked up from where he was doubled over at his attacker, wheezing. He attempted to talk, but his vocal chords felt like they were burning out of his body. All he managed to get out was "Bul--" before he started coughing violently again.
He wasn't really sure what he was trying to say, but for some reason, he felt he had to try and say it.
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Date: 2011-03-24 06:00 am (UTC)Frankie had killed Ivysaur. Frankie had been crying. Frankie was kissing him.
Green could feel an involuntary heat rise to his cheeks at the intimate gesture, could feel more than hear a whine emerging in the back of his throat. No, no he didn't want this. He'd never even kissed any one...
However, any sensation at all was whited out at the first taste of poison.
He struggled, the horrendously sour, sharp sensation of the toxic sludge filling his mouth, his nose, his senses. His eyes watered, both from pain and just the rancid nature of the attack. He pushed Frankie again, but he had better believe that this time he meant it. Stumbling backwards, Green whined as he held his throat. He spit out the sludge, but he knew as well as anyone that it was an empty gesture. He had already swallowed some.
More coughing. He looked up from where he was doubled over at his attacker, wheezing. He attempted to talk, but his vocal chords felt like they were burning out of his body. All he managed to get out was "Bul--" before he started coughing violently again.
He wasn't really sure what he was trying to say, but for some reason, he felt he had to try and say it.