[Action/BBS]

[espio]

[Action]

[For a few days, Espio has been all over the place, and always doing something or other. He hasn't been doing his usual thing when he's not busy, which is sitting around somewhere high up with a book - nope.

For example, the fake blood in the training centre corridor the other day? That was him.

Today has involved challenging random people to Triple Triad (a game at which he's pretty much awful), playing guitar (somewhat decently) in the Quad, arguing with more random people on subjects he has no clue about (like chocobos), standing outside the home ec room in tears and cursing the very existence of onions, sneaking turnips with smiley-faces drawn on them into odd places, and casting silence on unsuspecting passers-by when certain nobody can see him.

Basically?

He is really, really bored, and has no idea what to do about it.]

[BBS]

Okay, two things:

First, "superhero" count. How many of you idiots are there now?

Second, I need swimming lessons. Not from the swimming instructor, either - ignoring the fact he's insane, I'm not a cadet, so I can't take that class.

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Proud of it.

Come on, that's a pretty weak lie matey. You've got time for swimming lessons after all.

[espio]

Like I said: busy.

[Seriously Marco, just kidnap him in the middle of the night.]

[fierybluebird]

Oh well, brother's prerogative.

[Kidnapped chameleon get.]

[espio]

You what?

[ooc: does that mean yoink now or yoink later?]

[fierybluebird]

[YOINK NOW. And literally Marco just grabs him, whistling as he walks along, getting bead like a crazy person.]

[espio]

H-hey!

[And so Espio, yet again, finds himself picked up out of nowhere and being carted off to...

He has no idea.]

Marco! Put me down!

[fierybluebird]

Hah. Nope!

[Whistles to himself.]

It's for your own good and the rest of the Garden.

[espio]

How is dragging me somewhere going to be good for anyone?

[fierybluebird]

Because it is. It's the only way to fix it Espio. The only way.

[Keeps walking~]

[espio]

Fix what?

[fierybluebird]

The world. [No, he's just being dramatic.] Or at least your heart. [Still dramatic...]

[espio]

...

What?

[STOP BEING DRAMATIC AND TALK SENSE]

[fierybluebird]

You being stressed out is affecting everyone around you. It's a stress intervention. You're addicted to work. It's tearing this garden apart!

[/More dramatic.]

[espio]

Nothing is getting torn apart!

[/missing the point.]

[fierybluebird]

It is! It's so bad you can't even see it!

[espio]

I have no idea what you're talking about!

Where are you taking me, anyway?!

[fierybluebird]

On a break.

[espio]

It could wait.

[fierybluebird]

Nope. The Garden is tearing apart Espio! It can't wait.

[espio]

You are really insistent on this, aren't you?

[fierybluebird]

Yes. Though I usually am.

[espio]

[Dramatic sigh.]

We have to be back by Friday. I've got stuff to do on the weekend.

[fierybluebird]

[Also sighs dramatically! Despite otherwise being completely relaxed and deadpan.] Fine, but you have to enjoy yourself then.

[espio]

I'm taking the Ragnarok to Winhill.

[It's the Ragnarok. That's a fun thing.]

[fierybluebird]

Eh? Do we have to?

[He hates flying with someone else driving. Or just drive. Flying should be wings. Not machinery.]