[apping to crux fleet]

[espio]

Alright, fess up. Which one of you numbskulls thought Sparklebirds in Space was a good idea? And more importantly, why didn't you talk them out of it?

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[espio]

Marco. Never mind weirdness - you had a hard enough time dealing with the concept of "airship". Confining you to a spaceship seems like a really bad idea.

[thatched]

Don't worry, sweetheart. I know a thing or two to keep him busy.

[espio]

Why do you always make me feel like I don't want to know?

[thatched]

Because despite all appearances you're as innocent as a seedpod. [can't ruffle your hair so just tweaks your head]

[fierybluebird]

[Tackles Thatch's shoulders in phoenix form and snuggles.]

You know me so well.

[Preens.]

[espio]

I'm not that innocent.

[thatched]

[pets Marco]

Innocent enough. But... if you're looking to change that. I have magazines. [eyebrow wiggle. He may just be tormenting you, though]

[espio]

Of?

[No, he's not playing innocent here. It's more... a doubt that the "magazines" contain anything of interest to him.]

[thatched]

[did you know scalies was a thing that exists? It's really not Thatch's thing but he had to get some of it in reserve just for this kind of situation. So here. Have a stack of magazines, Espio. Most of them titled Lizard Lovin']

[fierybluebird]

[Marco just whacks Thatch.]

[He tries so hard.]

[Isn't it cute?]

[But seriously.]

[Whack.]

[espio]

[Espio's face is full of so much what the hell it isn't funny. Where the hell did you get these? And that wasn't his point anyway!]

Why the hell do all the girls have gigantic boobs? That's creepy!

[thatched]

....because they're boobs. [you don't question that. Oh but wait. That's right. Here, have a copy of Lizard Lads. That might be more up your um...alley]

[espio]

Boobs don't belong on reptiles!

[And, uh, well. Hmm. Averting eyes now. No comment.]

[fierybluebird]

[Okay Marco can't help it, he falls off Thatch's shoulder and onto the ground from laughing too hard.]

[fierybluebird]

I didn't say I would like it.

[espio]

Just don't wreck the place. I don't think I can live in a vacuum.

Mind you, I'm still trying to grasp the concept of space-as-a-vacuum myself, but I'm at least kind of used to space travel.

[fierybluebird]

Do you remember that song I had for you?

[espio]

What song?

[fierybluebird]

This. It was my song for you by the same band as the one I hijacked the speakers to sing for Grell, eh.

Basically my mun hasn't shut up about how I don't handle driving, space, or ships because I leave it to you to steer.

I've always wanted to chart the stars though.

[espio]

I'm not gonna be around to steer your boats forever, you know.

[fierybluebird]

Ships.

And in space.

Isn't that kind of your thing?

And don't you dare run out on me. You saw how well I took Thatch's death, do you think after the last four years I'd let you get away so easily?

[espio]

It is, but just because I can do it doesn't mean you shouldn't try to wrap your sparkly little bird brain around it too.

[fierybluebird]

We've been over this Espio.

Buttons.

Do you see this shirt?

Do you see it buttoned?

Need I say more?

[espio]

What has your shirt got to do with anything?

[fierybluebird]

I don't do buttons.