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[thatched]

For those who may not be aware, today is the birthday of our very own Acelet. If you should pass him, wish him well, give him booze or give him meat. He'll love any of it.

To that end, we're going to have a little dinner party tonight in his honor so the more the merrier. Possible dancing, definite fits of narcolepsy and maybe some limbo here and there. Who knows?

Come and join the fun!

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[thatched]

Name it, sweetcheeks.

PM

[espio]

I should get a gift.

PM

[thatched]

If you like. There's room in 'lil Blue if you want to tag along. In fact I might even have to bring a booster seat.

Re: PM

[espio]

[Booster...]

I'd rather go human if it spares me that indignity.

PM

[thatched]

[he laughs. Not that you can hear it]

I'm just teasing you, cranberry. The seats are adjustable so you'll be fine. Not sure if you'll be able to see over the dashboard either way, though.

[espio]

Ah yes. I keep forgetting that your car is a behemoth.

Just grab me on your way past, but remember I have to be back in time to make up the batter.

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[thatched]

Wrong. You're just a shrimp.

Will do.


[To his credit he doesn't barge into the chameleon's room and pick him up like a tiny angry football to carry to the car, instead he knocks at the door. Shocker, I know]

[espio]

[And Espio immediately responds by sliding the door open with as much force as possible, glaring up to the man literally twice his size, and answering with an irritable.]

I'm not a shrimp.

[Then as an afterthought:]

Shrimp are delicious.

[thatched]

Well I don't know about that. [he folds his arms behind his head and starts down the hall] I'd have to taste you first to make a comparison.

[espio]

I'd really rather you didn't.

[Ensures that his door's locked before jogging to keep up with Thatch's stride, through the halls, and to the oversized car.]

Just for the record, I'm not joining you so you can give me a crash course in thievery. [He's quite a competent thief when he feels like it, thank you.] I just wanna get a gift for Ace. Not that I know what, I usually stick with food for birthdays but with Ace's appetite...

[thatched]

Remind me to enable you into the art of the panty raid. [not that he would. Or at least not that he would sober. He just liked picking at Espio. He snorts at the comment of Ace's appetite]

No kidding. Are you looking to get something a little more sentimental?

[espio]

[Have a look.]

Nah. Just something... fun, I guess. I mean, we just got through with Christmas.

[Translation: he's a little low on gil.]