[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]

[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...?

[fierybluebird]

Metaphorically.

[espio]

Literally sounds more fun.

[fierybluebird]

[GESTURES TO THE SEVEN FOOT TALL MAN.]

[GOOD LUCK.]

[espio]

[You seem to be forgetting two things: 1, Espio's strength does dip into super, and 2, junctioning. It makes him stronger.]

His size makes it a little awkward... I guess his feet'd still touch the floor if I lifted him...

[fierybluebird]

I've carried Thatch on my shoulders, but I wouldn't try to pick up Jozu.

[espio]

[Blinks. Imagines carrying Marco on his shoulders. ...weird image.]

If I carried any of you on my shoulders, I'd lose my balance.

[fierybluebird]

Exactly.

Remember what I told you the first time we met?

[espio]

That was four years ago! Of course I don't!

[fierybluebird]

[:| :| :|]

[Marco does.]

[He crouches down just like he did back then.]

Just because they're almost all five times my size doesn't mean anything.

[Poke.]