@valorformed asked “ Blaaaanche. Blanche I’m hurt. Blaaaaaaaaaanche, rub my back and make me feel better. ....Blaaaanche.”
They’d been expecting her, It was only a matter of time, The amount of times they’d been sent the video of her getting into a fight with sierra was to the point they’d had to sent out a mass text that yes, they’d seen the video, yes thank you for informing them, please stop sending it. They weren’t surprised, As dear as their friends and cohorts were, They got into fights significantly more then blanche ever did. Whether with rocket admins or with actual pokemon.
“Due to the fact you can complain about hurting, You are not dead or actively dying and therefore not in critical need of assistance, have you considered visiting the infirmary? I’m sure the Blissey’s would be more then happy to assist.”
Despite the calm nonchalance and seeming lack of care they still neatly put their research papers aside to hopefully be attended to later and rose from their desk chair, lightly snagging the ever so dramatic candela by the cuff of her sleeve to drag her along. No matter how many times they’d had to assist with cuts, scrapes or bruises, It never got old, It only made them wonder when the next incident would happen (Besides, maybe it was the one excuse they had to lavish their friends with affection without feeling awkward about doing so-)
“Come on you big baby, It likely still hurts because you haven’t tried icing any of those bruises yet, Instead walking around as if you hadn’t had a foot try to make friends with your stomach multiple times.”
