BBS/Action (current day)

[thatched]

Hey, Cutie. Thanks for the bento! It was ridiculously adorable of you.

Love, Thatch.


[to anyone who wants to happen upon the Thatchinator, he'll be sitting in the quad, enjoying his meal]

Comments

[BBS]

[lightspears]

Well, here's a good a place as any to ask where my lunch is?

Is the shark man really that much more attractive that people have gotta label their lunchbox gifts "for the shark, not the idiot redhead" when they leave 'em outside the door?

I'm starting to think this place has no taste.

[BBS]

[thatched]

That shark man has laid more mermaids than you've ever seen, lad. I'm starting to think you have a reputation for being a nasty piece of work.

Re: [BBS]

[lightspears]

I guess you could say I've had some less than favourable rumours floating around, but that's mostly the men talking.

Mermaids, huh?

[BBS]

[thatched]

They must be jealous of your prowess.

And yes, the prettiest mermaids you've ever seen. Redheads and blondes and there was one 'maid with hair the color of twilight who charmed the pants off humans and fishmen alike. Alas for her taste to run toward shark.

Re: [BBS]

[lightspears]

And everything else. I'm an easy man to envy.

So, hot they might be, but how do you even sleep with a woman that's half fish?

[fionna_time]

[Here comes a girl you probably know by now].

Hey Thatch! How are you feeling?

[thatched]

[Fionna. It's been a while since he's been poked and prodded and observed and has had a substitute just in case. In case of what, he isn't sure. But it had been nice to spend some time away from it all]

Even better now. [he pats the part of the wall he's sitting on] And how have you been?

[fionna_time]

Glad to hear it dude! I wanted to make sure you were ok real quick, but they told me you had to recuperate. You look good now though, can't wait to be in your class!

What do you have there?

[thatched]

Thanks. [he's touched, you little scamp] It'll take more than that to take down the Thatchman.

This is a bento that some cheeky little lovely left by my door. Anonymously, I might add. But you know what they say... [he sighs and shrugs dramatically] Love is a hurricane.

action

[espio]

[Well, at least someone seems to be enjoying the lunch he's made. He's been a bit curious as to whether or not Marco, Toby or Grell ate theirs - well, he knew Toby did, but the others... no idea. Nobody ever told him to stop, though.

It was nice to cook for more than just Marco again - he'd stopped doing Grell's after a disagreement and had only just started to make them again, and Toby... well, he wasn't here right now.]

So...

[Hops up onto a nearby ledge. He feels like being social, would you believe.]

What's it like being back in Balamb?

action

[thatched]

Hey, babe.

[It's good to see Espio again in his regular form. He salutes him with a bit of hamburger before popping it into his mouth]

I don't really know yet. I still haven't managed to settle in but-- it's certainly different. There are friendly bento leavers for one. [he winks]

Re: action

[espio]

[Espio takes that wink to mean he knows it's his doing, though he pulls a face at being called babe. Because... wtf.]

...okay...?

action

[thatched]

I take it by that expression that it was Grell? [He's a...little apprehensive now to be honest. The crazy ones didn't always realize normal for them was generally homicidal to average guys...and even above average ones.]

text of teasing

[selphie_t]

Is that what you call all the girls who bring you stuff?

response of teasing

[thatched]

It's what I call anyone who brings me stuff. Gratitude is but a small portion of love.

[selphie_t]

Just a small portion? Bigs guys have a lot of love to give?

And... what's a bento?

[thatched]

Not necessarily. Haven't you heard it's not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean?

A bento, my dear, is a lunchbox, specially prepared with love and affection.

[om_nom_namur]

You been getting them too huh?

[thatched]

Yes. I suppose we can share if we must, handsome. It wouldn't be the first time.

[om_nom_namur]

No way bro. These fish are MINE.

[thatched]

Fish you say? You sly dog. You always get all the tail.

Unfortunately I've finished with my tasty treat, but would you care to come over for a beer or three?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[MARCO DIES OF LULZ AT THAT MESSAGE.]

[Dies.]

[Of.]

[Lulz.]

[Luckily he's a phoenix, so he revives and sits on Thatch's head.]

[In bird form obviously.]

The babies are all hatched and learning to fly now! I can't take it! It's so cute! And no one but their parents will share it with me and ahhhhh! THATHINATOR IT IS SO ADORABLE! I wanna teach babies to fly and kick them out of trees and hop around with them on the ground!

[Flap, flap, flail.]

[Steals a pea pod.]

[Action]

[thatched]

Stop that, you. [waves him away and then hands him up a bit of juicy orange with his chopsticks] What are you going on about?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[ORANGE! OH HIS GOD. Yes. Om nom nom.]

Birds. Look look!

[He whistles, whisks away up to a tree, a careful distance from a nest and shares the rest of his orange piece with the parents before flitting back down to Thatch's head.]

The babies are all hatched Thatchett! They're hatched and FLYING and so cute! And soon they'll be singing and next year they'll be learning romance, it all moves so fast!

[Action]

[thatched]

[You're too damned adorable. What is he supposed to do about it other than ignore the sparks of orange juice now in his hair. He absently wonders how many generations of growing birds Marco has seen--but knows better than to bring it up]

Ah, young love. I remember those days. [he listens to their needy chirp and watches the proud papa feed them an orange slice]

You know, I've always wondered if I had an egg or two of my own somewhere.