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Who: Falcon, Olimar
What: Olimar's acting kind of strange on Valentine's Day. ...And it's not because of the Cupid-bots.
When: February 14th
Where: At school, outside Falcon's office
Warnings: Falcon usually has a foul mouth, but you never know. Also bitter, awkward tension and frustration.

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[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon tended to not like Valentine's Day. Even this year, he still thought the whole ordeal was pointless and served only to further the interests of Hallmark and Hershey's. Also pink hearts were stupid and girly and not manly at all. And they were eeeeverywhere. Those little robots were everywhere again, too, but Falcon was too good a shot to let them shoot him first. The area outside his office was littered with their corpses.

He wasn't really expecting any visitors, so he figured he could scoot out early, maybe get a few things done before some kind of date-thing tonight. Falcon put on his jacket and gathered up his keys, not really prepared for what was on the other side of the door.

It certainly wasn't an adverse turn of events, however. "Hey Ollie! What's up?"

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Olimar cocked his head back up when the other captain called his name. "Oh, hey," he waved, taking his hand out of his lab coat pocket. While his eye contact remained straight forward, the small man noticed robotic corpses surrounding the area. While not agile, he did have reflexes and did an excellent job avoiding the cupid-bots. While he tried to appear more awake, there was still a noticeable frown.

"Not... much." He seemed hesitant in speaking, but continued. "I was just... going to say hi. What about you?" His posture began to sunk again. Inconspicuously. He was probably taking Falcon's time.

[pedaltothemetal]

He stepped out of the door to invite the other captain inside. Falcon certainly wasn't going to object to his friend stopping by. In fact, he quite enjoyed when Ollie did so. Maybe they could go grab lunch or something. Still, something seemed a little off about Ollie. Perhaps he was just tired, but Falcon knew better than that. Something was bothering him.

"I didn't have anything going on. Do you want to come in?"

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"Sure," he nodded and stepped inside Falcon's office. Closing the door behind him, Olimar sat on the office couch without another word. "Sorry about that, I didn't know if you were busy or not. Glad to hear otherwise." The Hocotatian rested his elbow on the couch's side as he trailed off. "...Well, you know, maybe if I wanted to go get lunch later or something..."

It was nice to have his feet touch the ground when sitting down, unlike other times in the past. Not all times though. For a second, Olimar wondered how often he's had to be on that couch. He slept on it the time they heartswapped, and... It wasn't very comfortable to sleep on that time. Yeah.

Usually such petty little details would unaffect him, but today was Valentine's Day. One of the few times it was a little harder to just repress his thoughts and concerns and focus on important things. Maybe they weren't so petty to him, deep down. Maybe they had to mean something, or else the married man wouldn't be in the position he was.

[pedaltothemetal]

That sounded like a good idea. "Sure, I could go for some lunch later." He smiled and took his usual spot on his desk, leaning back on the palms of his hands. "I'd like that, actually." His lunchtimes with Ollie were admittedly one of his favorite things to do.

But something still seemed off. Falcon liked to think he knew his friend well enough to notice when something was bothering him, and Ollie looked a little uncomfortable there on the couch. "Hey, is everything okay?"