[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]

Oh. Awesome. All right then, have fun with that. Still dragging you off for now.

[espio]

[He seems to have given up protesting.]

Where? And does Grell know?

[fierybluebird]

N-no. I'll send her a postcard. I'm trying to avoid trying to make my post about running for Homecoming King.

[espio]

How strong is your password?

[Meaning, will she make it herself?]

[fierybluebird]

Not very, but I just gotta buy myself time to think of what to say.

And if a bunch of you are going on a field trip, I'll do it then so less people will see it.

[espio]

I don't think there's all that many...

And you didn't answer me! Where are we going?! It's only about the millionth time I asked!

[fierybluebird]

[Rubs the back of his neck.]

I don't know yet, to be honest. I was kind of hoping it would come to me once I started flying. Someplace with drinks and cakes though, definitely. I know it's selfish, especially since I got see Pops and Ace again so recently, but I really miss my brothers.

[espio]

So basically, "fly around and see what we find."

[fierybluebird]

Aye. So long as I keep it random, it'll be harder for Grell to hunt me down anyway.

[espio]

And why are we going again? With less dramatic hyperbole?

[fierybluebird]

Because you're cranky and need cake. I'm cranky and need booze. And we need those things together.

[espio]

I'm always cranky.

[fierybluebird]

Crankier than usual.

[espio]

Ah... and that's why we need days for the sake of cake? Sure this isn't just you using me as a convenient excuse?

[fierybluebird]

What. [Deadpan, not even making an effort to sound emotionally like he objects to this or is surprised.] How can you say that. [Monotone deadpan.] After all we've been through.

[Turns that emotional dial up from zero to like 5 with amusement.] Of course I am.

[espio]

I deserve better friends.

[Still, at least he seems amused. Which is better than raging for no good reason.]

[fierybluebird]

Yes, you do. What's up with that, anyway? Make some more and you won't have to put up with bullshit so much, eh. See? Incentive.

[espio]

...come to think of it, I think every friend I've ever had has been a giant pain. You're just the second worst.

[fierybluebird]

Only 2nd worst? Damn son, I need to try harder.

[espio]

Try as hard as you like, you can't beat Charmy in that department.

[fierybluebird]

Ah... valid point. I don't think I could be that annoying without irking myself first. I can't settle for second worst though, 2nd division is Ace's.

[espio]

We'll find you a new category to be the worst in, then.

[fierybluebird]

All right, I think I'm okay with that. Got any ideas for it?

[espio]

Influence.

[fierybluebird]

I'm the worst influence, eh? I can live with that.