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

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[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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[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yeah. We'll have to see about that.

[fierybluebird]

[...]

Oh?

[LONG CAREFUL SIP.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Uh, kid's kinda just realised something? I'd be surprised if things don't change, regardless of what I want. []

[fierybluebird]

No, Toby can handle himself. And I made a point of saying, "Not if you don't want it to." So try again mate. [Orders him another drink.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

I meant I haven't got any control of how other people think, so I can't really control how things do or don't change. Nothing to do with how well Toby can handle himself.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[]

[fierybluebird]

That's not answering the question either.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" isn't even a question!

[fierybluebird]

Che. That's because "We'll see" is too vague for the right question, but I know you know what it is.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[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]

I'm not thinking of anything more than I told you, if that's what you mean.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[]

[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?

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

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

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Finally...

And I'm not kidding about the headache - remind me to kill Marco later, his fault... but anyway.

[]

What are you looking like that for?

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

What do we need to talk about?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[]

Nothing bad, okay? So you can relax.

[fierybluebird]

Fine fine. Suit yourself, eh.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

...All right.

[Relaxing, not so much, but Tobias does lose the awkwardness.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Hmm...

[]

You told me you wanted to be more than just friends. Right?

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

Right. And you said you weren't interested.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yup.

[]

Can I change my mind?