Post by ///Rainbow\\\ on Jul 12, 2012 22:43:23 GMT -5
A smile curled on the girl's lips and she nodded twice. "Sure, why not?" Then the Wurmple crawled over her leg and she froze in place from the unexpected sensation. Rainbow watched it sniff and observed the curious expression on its face. Once again she tasted the ooze candy and smelled burnt sparklers. She was able to keep from twitching her nose and put on her friendliest face. "Hey, again," she said, giving it another small wave. As Alistar took his Pokémon back, she giggled softly. "It's all right. Wurm's just curious. I get that a lot."
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Rainbow offered with a sympathetic expression on her face once Alistar had told his story. "But it's wonderful that you were both there for each other during the times you needed a friend most. That's the important thing. I'm confident that if you continue to work together as friends and partners, you can overcome anything. No one can go it alone forever. Humans and Pokémon are both social creatures. We need each other to get through the bad times and make the good times that much more enjoyable." She gave him the most comforting look she could, hoping she'd said the right thing to make him feel better now and in the future. It's not like she'd had much experience in making other people feel better. Growing up, it had been her parents and her teachers who always tried to make her feel better when everyone teased her.
"My turn?" she echoed, rolling her blue eyes. "Okay, then. Well, I guess it's best to start at the beginning, right? Um. I was born with a condition called synesthesia. Basically, it means my senses get criss-crossed in my brain. So, if I see something, I don't just see it. There's also a paired sound and taste. Weird, I know." She put her hands up defensively. "But it is what it is. And that's why I'm obsessed with rainbows. They're my favorite combination because I get this symphonic musical cue and it tastes like a fruit salad. Again, weird. I know." She shook her head and smiled, confident enough in herself and the world that telling these boys wouldn't bring her more pain.
"As a kid, my classmates would tease me when I mentioned sounds or tastes that no one else experienced. They called me a liar. When I was finally diagnosed as a synesthete, they called me a freak." Again, she shook her head but her smile had faded. "When I was so little, it seemed like I'd always be alone because of my condition. In time, though, my caregivers made me understand that all of life cannot be judged by playtime in a sandbox. Especially one that made me smell cardboard and hear the sound of a washing machine at that." She couldn't help but laugh and once more her good humor had returned.
Her laughter faded in a moment and her smiling face came to rest on March. "What about you, Mr. Hair-That-Smells-Of-Lilacs-And-Tastes-Like-Cake? Anything you'd care to share?"
As March shifted, she could tell he wasn't in the mood for more prying. So far he'd seemed like the quiet type. Which was fine, of course. It just meant they had to be respectful of his personal boundaries. "It's okay," Rainbow tried to assure him, "We're happy to help with whatever you and Larvitar need. Really. Don't worry about it." She got up and clapped her hands together once. "And now that we're all properly introduced, let's head over to the Poké Mart. Sounds like everyone needs supplies." The girl smiled and giggled lightly again before skipping happily to the door.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Rainbow offered with a sympathetic expression on her face once Alistar had told his story. "But it's wonderful that you were both there for each other during the times you needed a friend most. That's the important thing. I'm confident that if you continue to work together as friends and partners, you can overcome anything. No one can go it alone forever. Humans and Pokémon are both social creatures. We need each other to get through the bad times and make the good times that much more enjoyable." She gave him the most comforting look she could, hoping she'd said the right thing to make him feel better now and in the future. It's not like she'd had much experience in making other people feel better. Growing up, it had been her parents and her teachers who always tried to make her feel better when everyone teased her.
"My turn?" she echoed, rolling her blue eyes. "Okay, then. Well, I guess it's best to start at the beginning, right? Um. I was born with a condition called synesthesia. Basically, it means my senses get criss-crossed in my brain. So, if I see something, I don't just see it. There's also a paired sound and taste. Weird, I know." She put her hands up defensively. "But it is what it is. And that's why I'm obsessed with rainbows. They're my favorite combination because I get this symphonic musical cue and it tastes like a fruit salad. Again, weird. I know." She shook her head and smiled, confident enough in herself and the world that telling these boys wouldn't bring her more pain.
"As a kid, my classmates would tease me when I mentioned sounds or tastes that no one else experienced. They called me a liar. When I was finally diagnosed as a synesthete, they called me a freak." Again, she shook her head but her smile had faded. "When I was so little, it seemed like I'd always be alone because of my condition. In time, though, my caregivers made me understand that all of life cannot be judged by playtime in a sandbox. Especially one that made me smell cardboard and hear the sound of a washing machine at that." She couldn't help but laugh and once more her good humor had returned.
Her laughter faded in a moment and her smiling face came to rest on March. "What about you, Mr. Hair-That-Smells-Of-Lilacs-And-Tastes-Like-Cake? Anything you'd care to share?"
As March shifted, she could tell he wasn't in the mood for more prying. So far he'd seemed like the quiet type. Which was fine, of course. It just meant they had to be respectful of his personal boundaries. "It's okay," Rainbow tried to assure him, "We're happy to help with whatever you and Larvitar need. Really. Don't worry about it." She got up and clapped her hands together once. "And now that we're all properly introduced, let's head over to the Poké Mart. Sounds like everyone needs supplies." The girl smiled and giggled lightly again before skipping happily to the door.