spacing out on the roof... as you do.

[turnip_rage]

[Espio is sat on the roof again. The shiny curvaceous surface provides absolutely no obstacle to his climbing ability, and - as only a handful of cadets can actually reach him up here - it makes a nice quiet spot to sit and think.

Or, in this case, stare into space while holding a Rayquaza toy

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[fierybluebird]

[Watches for a bit and cowardly hides for a while before finally screwing up his guts and saying something.]

You probably want to punch me now, I take it.

[turnip_rage]

[Not even looking at him.]

Repeatedly.

[fierybluebird]

[Sits down cross-legged next to him and offers his chin with a miming of punching it.]

One free one. Just one though.

[turnip_rage]

[Sighs and makes as if to half heartedly "punch" him - just press his fist against Marco's face without actually trying to hurt him.

Apparently, he gives up halfway, and goes for a full-force punch instead - one he'd hit a villain or monster with. Eh, his strength does qualify as "super" (just about), but it's Marco. Marco can take it, he's more than willing to bet.

And yeah. He really wanted to hit him.]

Even a hint might have been nice!

[redcinemareel]

[Well, Grell had wanted to find where Espio was, and HERE SHE IS!

She's not good at serious talks...just for the record.]

Enjoying the view?

[turnip_rage]

Go away, Grell. I'm not in the mood.

[redcinemareel]

If I came when you were, you'd still give me the same response. [Grins and sits down. Not next to him, but definitely on the edge of the roof. Looks out at the horizon with a hum.

A moment of silence while she thinks.

Oh, forget it. There's no use in cushioning words.]

...I think it all went better than I expected. [YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS.]

[turnip_rage]

You're kidding, right?

[Grell is just about impossible to get rid of anyway, so he's just gonna not look at her. However, something in the way she says it makes him frown - how does she know how it went?]

How do you even know about it, anyway?

[turnip_rage]

[The following morning has Espio up early. The chameleon is seated at the table, leaning forward and looking pretty thoughtful as he prods a turnip. He's waiting for Tobias to get up.]

[heartcorrupt]

[Tobias is up not too long after, yawning and rubbing his eye. Noticing Espio at the table, he smiles a bit, trying to stifle a second yawn.]

Good morning.

[turnip_rage]

Hey.

[Oh there he is! About time he got up! ...yeah okay so Espio was being a little impatient, but. They need to talk.

With a particularly serious expression on his face, he just watches Tobias for a moment. He actually probably looks irritated by something, though he's pretty much just thinking...

That, and he has a bit of a headache, for which he firmly blames Marco.]

[heartcorrupt]

...Espio?

[Tobias gives him a confused look.]