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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[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.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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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.]

[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.]

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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?

[fierybluebird]

Because he talked to me and Grell first about whether to even talk to you. By the time he did he'd already figured out how he felt.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Already?

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And you both encouraged him to talk to me, huh? [] Why?

[fierybluebird]

Yeah. He said he had a problem and told me he liked you. Took me a while to figure out what the fuck the problem even was. [Downs his blue moon and waves a hand.] I didn't say to talk one way or another. He was just worried about losing your friendship if he told the truth, or making you upset and I said if you were going to get upset from the knowledge, you might get upset just from him not telling you. He's not exactly the most opaque of kids, eh? Still his decision to make, and yours how to deal with it. I can only sit back and hope everyone finds their happiness in the long run.

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Losing our friendship...?

What an idiot.

He's practically my brother. Why would I let something like that mess it up?