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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[fierybluebird]

No. He's quite sure of himself.

That doesn't mean he doesn't want to be brothers though.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

I know, I know! But you can be sure of something and still be wrong about it.

I think I should probably do something, though.

[]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs and starts in on his third drink, switching to rum now.]

Tell me about it. I swear that sums up Ace in a nutshell. [Waves a hand and nibbles some pretzels.]

And what would you do? [Watches carefully.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[]

I don't know.

[fierybluebird]

I wouldn't recommend doing that then. Rash suits very few people to a safe level.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Well...

I know that took a lot of guts, so I don't want him thinking he shouldn't have said something at all.

[fierybluebird]

Hm, sounds like something good to tell him.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

And I should probably apologise for flailing and stammering like a moron.

[fierybluebird]

That should help. Though I'm sure he'll understand. Honestly, I was kind of expecting you to punch him or something.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

You were expecting me to punch him?! What would I do that for?

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[fierybluebird]

Such things are known to happen when one's taken so off-guard.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yeah, when I'm already fighting.

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[fierybluebird]

I meant a lot of guys react violently to the first time knowledge that their best friend likes them as more than that.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. Well, I didn't, and I wouldn't.

[]

[fierybluebird]

[Hands up.]

Sorry, eh. I just didn't expect it to be that smooth, even.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

...you'd call that smooth? Felt like I'd been hit with a brick.

Anyway, enough of that. I know what I'm gonna do about it, now, so can I have another drink?

[fierybluebird]

Always. [Orders him another.]

So you're okay?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

Yeah, I'm fine. [] This isn't gonna change much, I hope.

[fierybluebird]

Not if you don't want it to.

[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.

[fierybluebird]

That's not answering the question either.