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]

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?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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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.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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[fierybluebird]

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

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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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.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Watch them refuse to serve me, now.

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And...

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[fierybluebird]

[Once he settles on solid ground and switches into human, Marco just shrugs and stretches out some of the more confused muscles.] Then I'll just buy the drinks. Easy, eh.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Works for me, I guess.

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[fierybluebird]

[Wanders inside and puts Espio on a barstool next to him and orders a Blue Moon with an expectant headtilt at the chameleon waiting for his order.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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This is probably going to be a very dull evening.

[fierybluebird]

Oh? That down on yourself?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

I'm not really up for much talking.

[fierybluebird]

I'm not really the right person to make someone talk, eh. Though I'll listen.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

That's it, though. Listen to what? My head's too stuck in "how did that even happen?" and "did that actually happen" to make much sense of anything.

[fierybluebird]

It seems he put a lot of thought in it though.

Believe it or not.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

...what makes you say that?