[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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[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.]

[thatched]

It's called a fantasy, short stack. And boobs belong just about everywhere.

[oh ho. So there is a weakness. Well he'll just leave this here and get a few more to stash around Espio's room. Just because he is a massive troll]

[espio]

Says who?

[thatched]

Says me. [sigh] You're just too short [and flaming] to understand.

[fierybluebird]

You just mean he's not you.

[Still laughing.]

[Quick Espio, throw Thatch at some girl.]

[espio]

[He could. But. What girl?]

Marco, cut out the twittering already!

[thatched]

It's not twittering it's just gas.

[scoops up Marco and pats him against his shoulder]

There there.

[behold an equal opportunity troll]

[fierybluebird]

[Kicks Thatch very lightly.]

[Jackass.]

[Fine fine, back to human, leaning his arms on Thatch's shoulders.] I said he needs to get laid.

[In which Marco doesn't explain his pronoun use because he probably means both of you.]

[espio]

[Lineface. Well, he obviously means Thatch, because Espio is getting plenty, thank you.]

I can't help him with that.

[fierybluebird]

It's the only way. You distract him with about fifty girls, hope like hell that's just enough for him to lose tabs on you and then you make a break for it.

[espio]

I don't have fifty girls, though.

[fierybluebird]

Find one and throw him at her?

[espio]

I wonder how far I can throw him...?