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]

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[espio]

[Takes a moment to work out what he means, then shrugs.]

Oh, that? Can't say I'd trust Grell with lunch.

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[thatched]

So it's either you or I have a secret admirer. [grin] Or maybe a little bit of both?

Re: action

[espio]

How about no? You're not my type. At all.

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[thatched]

Stung. [he laughs and puts a hand to the center of his chest] I will never love again.

Thank you, though. It tastes great.

[espio]

[Tch. Espio rolls his eyes, and refuses to look at him.]

You're welcome.

[thatched]

Could it be you're blushing?

[espio]

[Kicks the nearest pebble in his general direction.]

Jackass.

[thatched]

So I've been told. [but he smiles] Relax, Espio. I'm just teasing. I've called Marco sweetheart more times than I can count, and you don't even want to know my names for Ace. [he wiggles his eyebrows]

[espio]

[Why does he get the impression Thatch will experiment with pet names just to see what colours he turns?]

So? Doesn't mean you have to include me.

[thatched]

You are nakama, so yes it does. It's just something you'll have to endure.

[though come to think of it...]

I may have accidentally accused you of wanting my body though. I wonder if they'll know it's a joke.

[espio]

[Speaking of colours, that was a lovely cycle of purples before the bright pink.]

You did what?! Who the hell to?!

[thatched]

Miss Selphie. Well it wasn't you specifically but...whomever sent the bento.

[mildly sheepish clearing of the throat here]

[espio]

Selphie...

[Damn, he hopes she doesn't figure out it was him after that suggestion. Because well, shit. Wrong impressions are not things he wants going around, especially since 1. he's pretty sure she knows he prefers the men, and 2. she can be kind of unpredictable.]

[thatched]

Don't worry. I'm sure she has no idea who it is. [he hopes]

[espio]

I really hope she doesn't work it out.

[thatched]

If she does, I'll tell her I was sorely rejected. [Though he's mostly teasing again]

[espio]

Very thoroughly so, at that!

[Folds his arms and huffs a little.]

[thatched]

You're adorable when you pout.

[and he chuckles again]

But in all honesty, my heart belongs to the ladies.

[Well--not entirely true. His libido certainly does-- for ninety-eight percent of the time]

[espio]

And mine's Toby's.

[...oh crap, did he actually just say that? What a cheesy thing to say - Espio's frankly ashamed of himself. He seats himself, again back to defensively not looking in Thatch's direction and vaguely searching for something to throw given that clearly it's Thatch's fault. That, and he called him adorable, which was in itself worthy of punishment.]

[thatched]

I see.

[Good old Toby. Thatch wishes the kid could have stuck around. Wished he could have met him]

How lucky he was.

[espio]

Not really.

[As boyfriends go, Espio doesn't consider himself particularly worthwhile material.]

[thatched]

Says you. [he finishes the bento and sets it to the side]

Finding someone who loves you is always lucky. It's a rare, powerful thing.

[espio]

[A non-committal hmm.]

I'm not the greatest 'catch.' Not even much of a worthwhile one, really. Guess it doesn't matter in the end, but he deserved better.

[thatched]

Boy-o, you're a Whitebeard Pirate, and we're the greatest at everything--so don't you forget it.

[speaking of which]

Do you have the tattoo?

[espio]

No.

[But he shuffles a little, and shows Thatch his back. On his right shoulder, there's not quite a tattoo - it's a pattern he taught himself to hold - an image of a crocodile, bee, and armadillo in the style reminiscent of Grecian urns.]

These guys come first. Always.