spacing out on the roof... as you do.

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[Espio is sat on the roof again. The shiny curvaceous surface provides absolutely no obstacle to his climbing ability, and - as only a handful of cadets can actually reach him up here - it makes a nice quiet spot to sit and think.

Or, in this case, stare into space while holding a Rayquaza toy.

To say Espio is rather bewildered is a bit of an understatement, but at least it makes a change from his usual cranky self? Probably needs to be snapped out of it, though.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Watches for a bit and cowardly hides for a while before finally screwing up his guts and saying something.]

You probably want to punch me now, I take it.

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Repeatedly.

[fierybluebird]

[Sits down cross-legged next to him and offers his chin with a miming of punching it.]

One free one. Just one though.

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Even a hint might have been nice!

[fierybluebird]

[Marco can take it, though his stubborn pride means he's not using phoenix powers to heal it, and just checks to see if his jaw is broken or dislocated.]

I couldn't. He's my son. I figured maybe I was wrong about him deciding to talk to you about it after all.

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What do you mean?

[fierybluebird]

[Waves a hand.]

Since he hadn't talked to you by then, I thought maybe he wasn't going to after all.

[Ugh. Jaw. Pain. Subside already jeez.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right.

So how'd you figure that's what's on my mind?

[redcinemareel]

[Well, Grell had wanted to find where Espio was, and HERE SHE IS!

She's not good at serious talks...just for the record.]

Enjoying the view?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Go away, Grell. I'm not in the mood.

[redcinemareel]

If I came when you were, you'd still give me the same response. [Grins and sits down. Not next to him, but definitely on the edge of the roof. Looks out at the horizon with a hum.

A moment of silence while she thinks.

Oh, forget it. There's no use in cushioning words.]

...I think it all went better than I expected. [YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

You're kidding, right?

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How do you even know about it, anyway?

1/2 SORRY

[redcinemareel]

I hardly kid.

[Looks over to Espio with a raised eyebrow.]

I'm his mother. He told me days before he told you.

[Pauses for a moment]

Plus I was watching. [Looks back at the vast space before her.]

[redcinemareel]

[Sighs softly]

I also encouraged him to tell you.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

You were watching?

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[redcinemareel]

I found Toby in the Quad. It was not my intent to spy, but my hunch was right about him telling you his feelings. Can you blame a mother for looking out for her son?

[And here she thought he'd latch onto the latter part of what she said. Huh.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Well, you spied anyway, so whether you planned on it or not doesn't matter!

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See, I get the impression you were just being nosy!

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[Tobias is up not too long after, yawning and rubbing his eye. Noticing Espio at the table, he smiles a bit, trying to stifle a second yawn.]

Good morning.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Hey.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

...Espio?

[Tobias gives him a confused look.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

We gotta talk - 's'why I'm up early, killer headache or not. Sit down.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

Talk about what?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

About yesterday. What else?

So would you just sit down for five minutes?

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[He does so, though looks a little uncomfortable now.]