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]

[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?

[fierybluebird]

You're more transparent than you think.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

There's lots of other things that could be bugging me.

[fierybluebird]

Then you wouldn't have punched me with that much fervor. Quit trying to change the subject.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Hey, you gave me that one - I wasn't gonna waste it holding back! Besides, I'm not trying to change the subject. Just pointing something out.

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[fierybluebird]

Right.

So then it doesn't matter if I ask how it went?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

I'm on the roof. How do you think it went?

[fierybluebird]

[Shrugs.] Is he hurt?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

...probably. But I don't think that was really avoidable.

[fierybluebird]

[Shrugs.] And you?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Me? What do I have to be hurt by? I only had to reject my best friend. Who, y'know, probably now feels like crap and like he should've never said anything in the first place!

...yeah, I'm fine.

[fierybluebird]

So. No.

[Sighs and runs a hand through his hair.] Want to grab some drinks?

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If you're offering. It'd be better than sticking around up here, anyway.

[fierybluebird]

Of course I'm offering. I wouldn't suggest it otherwise.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Fine then. I'll go.

[fierybluebird]

[Switches over slowly.] Hop on.

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[fierybluebird]

[Takes him off flying to go find a good bar.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Marco notices of course, but says nothing about it and eventually drops down lower towards some promising lights of city streets.]