[And here was where the real differences between this Green and the other could be seen. Though there was an instinct to growl you make me sick and spit in the offender's face, he... simply couldn't help himself. His gaze grew weaker once again, and his eyes dropped down towards the floor. No. He... this was a Pokemon just like any other. It was an unforgivable offense. It was a cry for help. If anything, just the satisfaction of refusing to give Frankie what he wanted would be enough.]
... Then you're a bigger fool than I gave you credit for.
[Saying Frankie was surprised would have been a lie. Honestly, he had been expecting something like this scenario.
The surprise here was rolling down his cheek. Frankie froze, brushing his fingers over it. He stared down at the clear liquid, his mouth pressing into a thin line. This was not anticipated. Frankie had no idea what to do with this. He had no idea what to do with the tightening in his chest. He had no idea what to do about how difficult it suddenly was to swallow.
Suddenly, for reasons he could not fathom, he wanted nothing more than to walk away from the trainer before this could carry on any farther. ... And so he would do exactly the opposite, because that wasn't Frankie and Frankie was quite tired of this strange game.
The Pokemon closed the space between them, reaching out to take Green's face in his hands and lift his gaze. Frankie pulled him closer and... For a moment his expression flickered as a conflicting wave of desperation surged through him. This wasn't what he wanted this wasn't what he wanted at all just leave him alone please anything but--
He kissed him full on. It was bizarrely intimate, and the passion alone would have made it unbearably awkward even without all of the nausea. He filled his mouth with an atrocious, rancid bitterness. It was an effective way to make sure Toxic's poisons took full effect.]
[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.
[Frankie took a steadying step away from him after the shove, wiping the sloppy trail of toxic saliva on the back of his hand. This was perhaps overstepping the boundaries of power than Red let him have. Perhaps the boss would be annoyed at this turn of events. Then again... Frankie supposed they had both known it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
He watched the results of his deed manifest in the boy, and finally felt a smug satisfaction. There was no reason to feel these odd conflicts anymore. The pain, the misery, the repulsive realization of what had happened. Frankie was going to revel in it.
... But the tears kept falling from his eyes on their own accord.
They just kept going, endlessly. It made for an awfully odd picture. There he was, the scary and intense enforcer, watching someone enter the road to death with venom in his eyes and... a comical outpouring of tears. What was even.
The flower that Green had brought was forgotten in the grass. Frankie was reaching for it when Green tried to say something. The rasped syllable hit the Ivysaur harder than anything else possibly could and he felt his blood chill. Why. Why was this... He bit back a growl, clenching his fingers around the flower's stem.
He'd had enough of this. Content that they were done there, Frankie gave Green one last, long look. Idiotic. Pathetic. This was over. The pokemon turned away from him, falling back onto the path he had been walking as if the encounter had never happened. The tears had stopped their ridiculous antics at long last, and Frankie looked down at the flower with clear eyes.
Slowly, he picked each petal one by one, letting them fall to the ground behind his steps.
...He likes me. He likes me lot. He likes me. He likes me not...]
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[Saying Frankie was surprised would have been a lie. Honestly, he had been expecting something like this scenario.
The surprise here was rolling down his cheek. Frankie froze, brushing his fingers over it. He stared down at the clear liquid, his mouth pressing into a thin line. This was not anticipated. Frankie had no idea what to do with this. He had no idea what to do with the tightening in his chest. He had no idea what to do about how difficult it suddenly was to swallow.
Suddenly, for reasons he could not fathom, he wanted nothing more than to walk away from the trainer before this could carry on any farther. ... And so he would do exactly the opposite, because that wasn't Frankie and Frankie was quite tired of this strange game.
The Pokemon closed the space between them, reaching out to take Green's face in his hands and lift his gaze. Frankie pulled him closer and... For a moment his expression flickered as a conflicting wave of desperation surged through him. This wasn't what he wanted this wasn't what he wanted at all just leave him alone please anything but--
He kissed him full on. It was bizarrely intimate, and the passion alone would have made it unbearably awkward even without all of the nausea. He filled his mouth with an atrocious, rancid bitterness. It was an effective way to make sure Toxic's poisons took full effect.]
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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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He watched the results of his deed manifest in the boy, and finally felt a smug satisfaction. There was no reason to feel these odd conflicts anymore. The pain, the misery, the repulsive realization of what had happened. Frankie was going to revel in it.
... But the tears kept falling from his eyes on their own accord.
They just kept going, endlessly. It made for an awfully odd picture. There he was, the scary and intense enforcer, watching someone enter the road to death with venom in his eyes and... a comical outpouring of tears. What was even.
The flower that Green had brought was forgotten in the grass. Frankie was reaching for it when Green tried to say something. The rasped syllable hit the Ivysaur harder than anything else possibly could and he felt his blood chill. Why. Why was this... He bit back a growl, clenching his fingers around the flower's stem.
He'd had enough of this. Content that they were done there, Frankie gave Green one last, long look. Idiotic. Pathetic. This was over. The pokemon turned away from him, falling back onto the path he had been walking as if the encounter had never happened. The tears had stopped their ridiculous antics at long last, and Frankie looked down at the flower with clear eyes.
Slowly, he picked each petal one by one, letting them fall to the ground behind his steps.
...He likes me. He likes me lot. He likes me. He likes me not...]