Not on the tip of her tongue.

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell and Espio
When: Days after this encounter.
Where: At the top of the world. But no, just on a rooftop.
Rating: Probably PG
Summary: Something is nibbling at Grell's mind.

Most forms of communication throughout Garden tend to be electronic, but that's not always the case with Grell. She had personally written a note with pen on paper and slide it under Espio's door after checking that he was inside by knocking. With no answer and too busy to physically search for him, Grell was left with little other choice than to just leave a note. The contents simply stated that she needed to talk to him, and to meet her on the roof of their dorm after curfew.

The fact that she was seeking him out willingly and not to try and cut him up must mean serious business. She was waiting for him, looking at the view from above and admiring those below who resemble ants in more ways than size.

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[espio]

Espio was rather confused. For Grell to be calling him out with a little paper note was hopelessly weird and confusing. Wouldn't she normally... sort of just grab him?

He's curious, though, so of course he goes to investigate.

"What in the world are you calling me out at this time of night for?"

[redcinemareel]

She looked over her shoulder after hearing him speak before sighing.

"I need an unbiased response to the thoughts I've seem to accumulated lately. If you don't mind?"

[espio]

"You're asking me if I mind. Must be a big deal if you care whether I mind or not..."

He seated himself a little awkwardly on a sloped part of the Garden's shiny exterior. "All right. What's up?"

[redcinemareel]

"Now you see the seriousness of this?" Grell swung her legs on the edge of the building. "What do you think of our new nakama?" She was still unused to using such a word, so if it sounds odd, blame her exposure while in London.

[espio]

"Not a lot," Espio answered, with a shrug. "I don't know them very well yet. I don't really care much about them one way or another... but they're Marco's family, so I can at least try and make them feel somewhat welcome."

As an afterthought, he adds, "though I think Thatch has... issues."

[redcinemareel]

"I think Namur is not as fishy as he seems." Oh, yes, that was an intentional pun. She shared a few drinks with him, so her opinion so far isn't out of the blue. "However, I'm not sure about Thatch. I don't dislike him. Quite the opposite, in fact. I cannot shake this feeling that something is off, though..."

Grell looked over to Espio curiously. "Why have you come to such a conclusion?"

[espio]

"A conversation we had when he was completely off his face. Drunk."

He decided not to elaborate, though. He had a feeling Thatch wouldn't want everyone to know about his drunken joking about drowning and implications of his own existence's pointlessness.

[redcinemareel]

"The world's best serum for truth" Grell did give Espio a smirk. "Were you participating in such merriment, as well~?"

[espio]

"Actually, I was trying to write..."

Espio rolls his eyes at the memory. Geez. Some guys just get no peace.

"And then he and Marco ganged up on me and dragged me along with them, so not a lot of writing got done."

[redcinemareel]

"Perhaps you weren't inside?" Marco had a penchant for bothering those in a public space.

[espio]

When it came to Espio, though, Marco seemed to like bothering him no matter where he was. Espio would have thought he'd have chilled out a bit after their earlier shopping trip, but nope.

"It was warm and sunny. Why would I have stayed indoors?

"Not that it matters in the long run, I suppose."

[redcinemareel]

She kept forgetting he was a lizard.

Grell shifted her legs a bit while nodding. "No, you're right about that. Perhaps Marco needs a better distraction." Really, he had the attention span of a goldfish sometimes. The light wind blew a few strands of hair into her face, causing her to push it aside.

"I'm certainly not looking forward to having such a conversation like this with Marco..."

[espio]

"So, basically, you're having some kind of problem dealing with newcomers... right? They're family, sure, but they're still new to us, and I don't think Marco's really gonna just let us get to know them at our own pace - he's too excited! Even when you give him distractions."

He allows himself to lie back, appreciating the coolness of the structure compared to the warm air.

"... of course, to those two, I guess it looks like they've been replaced in a way... Namur doesn't seem to care, but wasn't Thatch once Marco's best friend? Maybe that's his deal."

[redcinemareel]

"Newcomers aren't the problem. That's an absurd conclusion. I simply dislike this..." Grell waved her hand, and then waved it again in frustration at not finding the best word. "Situation! Ugh! It's making me inarticulate!" She pounded on the ledge next to her, cracking its surface.

"Thatch is quite important to Marco. They were, and perhaps still are, very close. He spoke very fondly of him."

[espio]

Espio sighed. He had figured that it was the new intrusion on their family that was causing her trouble - the feeling of suddenly having to share - but was he wrong? Or was there a situation he hadn't been told of yet? Whatever it was, he had a funny feeling it was due to Thatch more than Namur.

"Have you had problems with them?"

[redcinemareel]

She didn't mind sharing, unless she wasn't getting her fair share of cuddles.

"No, not yet. I'd rather not have to solve any." Her legs swing a bit, liking the feeling of sitting on the edge. "I merely exchanged one of my stuffed animals for a secret he had. The exchange did not feel genuine."

[espio]

"I'm not sure that's really much to worry about, though," Espio said, with a slight shrug. It seemed like a strange exchange to make, for a start. Maybe Thatch thought it was silly that he had to offer up something like a 'secret', whatever that secret was? "In all fairness, we're not exactly in a position to say what their deal is yet. We don't know them well enough to know what they're actually like or how they're used to dealing with things."

[redcinemareel]

"True enough, I suppose." However right he may be, Grell won't be letting her suspicions be for nought.

[espio]

"As I figure, I'll get to know them before I make any kind of judgement."

He sat up again, looking to Grell. Oh, that's right...

"Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about. ...although thinking about it... I might leave it until later."

[redcinemareel]

Grell looked to him in surprise, but made an unamused face at him. "Why."

She didn't like waiting!

[espio]

"Two reasons: one, Marco will probably tell you anyway. Two... I'm waiting for something to be made for me. I'll show you when it's done! It's more interesting with the actual thing!"

[redcinemareel]

Okay, she could live with that. Marco told her everything, anyway. But...

"I don't like waiting, so if it takes too long, I'm coming after you."

[espio]

"Don't worry," Espio said, waving a hand. "I don't think it's anything you'd complain about, at least - I definitely hope not. But, I do want to show you what I ordered, so hang on."

He sighed.

"I wasn't expecting it to take so long to make."

[redcinemareel]

What the hell could it be that Espio is waiting on in order to tell her?

"After all this time, you think I wouldn't complain about something? Espio, do you know me at all?"

Of course she'll find a way to complain!

[espio]

"I dunno. It seems like your kind of thing - you'd complain more about having to wait to be told about it than the thing itself."

[redcinemareel]

"Hmm...perhaps you do know me!" She grinned, because that was spot on.