[action] [backdated to after the battle, when the Garden's being repaired]

[espio]

[Espio is rather fond of Fisherman's Horizon. It's the solar panels - they're great spots for just lying there and basking in the sunshine. Espio not-so-secretly loves soaking up sun when he gets the chance. And after all that business, he had every reason to go lie in the sun after getting out of classes.

Right now, though, that's not what he's doing. Nope.

He's spent the evening wandering around in human shape for a bit - it's actually a bit too warm this evening. Turns out that the human body's ability to regulate it's temperature a bit better comes in handy, plus it avoids the staring he gets despite people kind of knowing him by this point. Right now, he's just hanging out by the docks, feet in the water, pink Chaos Emerald at his side, writing something in a notebook. To anyone not familiar with him and his other form, he's recognisable only really by his hat... but he's okay with that - he kind of hopes it means less people will decide to bug him.

Because apparently, people like to bug him.

Ah well.]

[ooc: feel free to intercept him anywhere around FH, but mostly he's just at the docks.]

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[thatched]

[Docks. Yes. Good. Docks he can do. Oops. Thatch staggers sideways a bit before righting himself and taking another long drink from the bottle. Best not be drunk in town--but ever...everybody expects people to be drunk near docks. S'why they invented them. S'why going dockside usually meant getting plastered, and he was three sheets to the wind and anchors away.

And hey! Look! Company! Sober company but--what the hell. He flops beside the kid, nearly pitching into the water himself. Kinna familiar headgear but, eh]

Helluva fight, huh? We sure showed 'em.

[espio]

I guess.

[...oh, it was this guy again. Thatch... right? One of Marco's brothers. No... one of his - somehow - brothers. The downside of letting a pirate abduct you into their family was that you had no idea who else was involved.

And he was drunk - he could smell it. Joy.

Better keep his attention on his writing for the moment. He didn't really want to get talking to this Thatch guy when he was like this - the man didn't even have the decency to bring him a drink! Not that he couldn't afford his own, but it would have been nice.]

Don't fall in the water, okay?

[thatched]

Lissen you...[he'd jab him with a finger, but frankly, he wasn't sure which one to poke] I've been swimmin' weirder waters'n this long before you were a glimmer in your mother's eye. So you don' need ta worry 'bout ol' Thatch...

[he takes another sip. He can feel the burn down to his toes]

Whatchu workin on anyway, short stash...stack.

[espio]

Nothing that's any of your business, not that I think you'd remember if I told you.

[Sigh.]

So much for a quiet evening. Didn't exactly expect one, anyway.

[fierybluebird]

[Wandering about in phoenix form, because screw humans, that's why. And Marco pokes Espio with a giant nudge of his head.]

Chirp!

[That means hello. Maybe. Or what are you doing, possibly.]

[thatched]

[Thatch raised his hands]

Oh, 'scuse me for invadin your santicity. Mebbe I'll go find another patch' of dock, asshole.

[he starts to stand but something slips under his foot and he crashes back down again his ass, saving his bottle at the last minute.]

Shit...that was close.

[espio]

[Espio just takes it as "hey there, I am Marco. You may remember me from the billion other times I have bugged you for no reason, such as yesterday, and the day before. I'm here today to talk to you about nothing whatsoever in the language of birds."

Espio sighs, puts his book down...

Then just grabs him and pulls him onto his lap, despite the fact Marco is not a small phoenix at all.]

[espio]

Hey, I didn't say "go away."

[Ohhh dear.]

I'm not completely antisocial. Just scoot your ass over here and stay put before you hurt yourself.

[thatched]

Oh I'm bein' invited? [scoot he does and flops an arm over the strange kid's shoulders] I like you, brat. Have a drink.

[espio]

[Debates whether or not to take it. In the meantime, though, he'll just get annoyed at being spoken to like he's a kid.]

Brat... how old do you think I am?

[thatched]

Hmm [he leans over, pompadour listing to the side a bit as he stares into the kid's face] Annywhere from sisteen--six.teen to twenny. Still a bean sprout.

[pinch cheeks.]

[espio]

[Thwaps the hand away, because ow.]

Twenty.

And not a bean sprout, thank you very much.

[thatched]

Ha ha Okay! A manling then. [claps his back instead. Maybe a little too hard] Here. Havva drink. On me.

[espio]

[Urk!

THANK YOU Thatch, there's a lovely mark right across his page now! Grumbles, closes his book, clips the pen to the cover and sets it to the side of him. And just in case, he picks up his Chaos Emerald and puts that away too.]

Fine. Thanks, I guess.

[He at least deserves something for putting up with this...]

I hope you don't plan on being this drunk every day.

[thatched]

Ooh bossy. I like that. [pookes Espio's cheek] But I--[poke]

am gonna do-- [poke]

whatever-- [poke]

I wanna do. [poke]

'Cuz I'mma pirate.

[espio]

[Resists the urge to move his head just enough to bite that finger, and grabs his hand instead.]

Yeeuh-huh.

Yeah, I know that, but I don't think I can deal with you being this annoying twenty-four seven.

[thatched]

No ones askin' you to, beansprout.

[he pulls away and nudges off his shoes before working the neckerchief loose from around his throat]

I'm gonna drown-- I mean swim-- IF I drown [he held up a finger and lost his school of thought for a moment before finding it again] If I drown, tell my chicken frien' there was nothin' left to lose that wassn't already gone.

'K?

[espio]

[...and this is why dealing with drunk people is a pain.]

Like hell!

[Reaches for the collar of his shirt and yanks him backwards, deliberately so his head will slam into the floor.]

I said stay put!

[thatched]

Ow Shit! [He sits up and grabs the punk's collar, hefting him up] You wanna start something? Because if you do I guarantee I'll finish it.

[espio]

[Asgsff, Espio hates being picked up - and it's weird being hoisted up by clothes. But he just glares at Thatch.]

Hey, you're the one who started talking like he's worth nothing. Don't you dare dive in the sea in that state. Or give me stupid sorry messages to pass on!

[thatched]

Tch.

[he lets the kid go, but takes his bottle back thank you, sprawling on the dock as he drains the res of it]

He'll expect it, th' dumbass. I'm livin' on borrowed time. Bah. [he waves a hand]

Forget it. Work on your book. Eat, drink, be merry... [he'd give him an arch look if he could lift his head] If you can maaanage that.

[espio]

[At least he's not attempting stupid shit while he's lying flat out on his back. Espio shuffles himself into the same position he was a minute ago, adjusting his collar a little.]

Bullshit. And besides, it's the last thing he'd want, you idiot. Don't you dare hurt him.

[fierybluebird]

[asdkjasldkjaslkdj]

[That was accurate.]

[And now you have a blushing phoenix in your lap. Congrats.]

[Now give him pets because he is lathering you in phoenix affection either way.]

[thatched]

That...my frein', is invev...inevi...gonna happen. He's a phoenix,see? Live forever? I'mna die [he pressed a hand to his chest] Prolly stupidly and he'll jus be upset.

[espio]

No need to talk about speeding it up, you jackass. Do you have any idea how badly he missed you? You've got the time, so take it and use it instead of complaining.

[So much glaring from over here.]