Someone is going to DIE.

[redcinemareel]

Character(s): The Worst Family Ever™ (because they're gonna all get involved I'm sure)
Location: The dorms, on the weekend
Rating: PG13-R because of the epic feud that is Grell & Espio
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: The Saga continues.

Grell stepped out from her dorm, dressed in a simple red pencil skirt and white oversized sweater and red pumps. She was simply going for a stroll, and hopefully find Marco so he could join her. She hummed happily when she stepped out, in a good mood.

How could this day go wrong?

Comments

[fierybluebird]

"Kitten, slow down," Marco sighed, catching the tail end of the conversation, and grabbing her by the arm, before offering one and a leg for Espio.

"He was worried sick about you, eh? Just too dumb to say it," Marco gave Espio a look and mouthed that now would be a good time to start saying as much.

[espio]

"Huh?"

That didn't quite work, unfortunately. Of course Espio cared, he just wasn't the type to show it to the people he cared about. And because he kind of counted Grell among the people he figured knew this, he didn't exactly connect her current anger with him with the reason for it.

"You actually have some idea what she's mad at me for this time?"

Please enlighten him.

[fierybluebird]

"You tell him," Marco gestured and refused to let go of Grell, just in case.

DAMN NINJA PIRATES

[redcinemareel]

Hey, there was Marco--

Being grabbed by the arm wasn't the best way to get her attention now. She yanked her arm away angrily, or she tried to. Damnit, why is Marco so strong?

"Bollocks! If he doesn't even know, then we're both simply wasting our time "talking" about it." Grell used air quotes that she learned about a while ago. "Now I think I'll be taking a walk by myself."

Can't a woman storm off dramaically without interruption? "LET GO!"

>:)

[fierybluebird]

Marco rolls his eyes, "He was worried sick about you, are you going to tell him why you're still mad or aren't you? Like it or not, you're still family! Repair this!"

[espio]

Espio just stared at them, confused for a moment, before sighing. "Please don't tell me this is about your injury..." he said. "What did you expect out of me? Sympathy? Pity? A get well card? Like I'd bug you with that crap."

He pointed at Marco.

"I just checked up on you with him."

[redcinemareel]

She was so close to throwing Marco. Grell was spared from replying (although she intended to not reply anyway) when Espio spoke up. She rolled her eyes at his response.

"The next you want to check on me, how about you cut the middle man! You have the decency to show such care to Marco and Toby, but when it comes to me, you deliberately do the opposite! And you wonder why I ignore you?! Don't be so thick!

I don't expect sympathy, Espio, but you knew your comments would only cause an argument, as they usually do. I was NOT up for an argument."

She then cut her eyes over to Marco.

"If you don't let go, you'll REGRET IT." Last warning, blue bird.

[fierybluebird]

Marco sighed and let go, "Every day. On the hour. On the minute. If you're going to be mad at him for his inability to express showing how he cares properly, punishing him by not talking to him isn't going to help, Kitten."

[espio]

Espio just shot an irritated look at Marco. "She didn't need to know that detail!" he grumbled. Because clearly, the fact he pretty much harassed Marco over how well Grell was doing was irrelevent to this whole thing.

"Uh, Grell? I didn't know how bad it was until you acted completely out of character - you know, you backed out of an argument. I had a whole bunch of other injured people to deal with, and you're someone I expect to handle anything - how was I to know?

"And after that, what, exactly, would have happened if I'd dared grace you with my presence, huh?" Espio pointed out. "Of course I was gonna ask Marco. Besides, you kind of mock me when I care, so I did tell him not to mention it."

[redcinemareel]

"You still don't get it." Grell was tired of going in circles about this subject. "It seems that whether or not I speak to you will neither help nor hinder the situation. So is there anything YOU wish to say before I depart?"

Because there wasn't a point of sticking around if Espio was just going to be, well, himself.

[espio]

"Yeah. Sorry."

No sarcasm there. Not even a grudging 'I guess' was added on to that.

[redcinemareel]

There was a raised eyebrow, because that seemed too good to be true. An apology from Espio? Grell crossed her arms, not looking soothed, but not looking as angry as before.

"I wonder if you're only saying that to shut me up, but somehow I should rethink that." She sighed softly. "If you need me, I'll be...around."

She really wanted time to think. This was exactly why she didn't want to get involved with the daily ins and outs of humanity.

[espio]

"I don't want you to shut up. I want you to be normal. Well, what's normal for you, anyway. Things are too quiet."

When Grell started to head off, though, he suddenly completely failed to restain the impulse to add "oh, and thanks for the book. I forgot to say before."

In truth, he didn't mean to imply anything. He actually was glad she'd bothered to try and educate Tobias, though he wished she'd picked something less... well, blunt. But right now really wasn't the time to mention it.

But the fact he was implying something, intentionally or not? It wasn't lost on him. The second the words left his mouth he instantly clamped a hand over it, having the decency to look completely apologetic. Oh shit.

[fierybluebird]

Marco...

Really wanted to duck and cover. And hide. Oh. Holy shit. This was like a buster call waiting to happen and it was read all over his face.

Why.

Why why why why.

"Why?" the word escaped Marco's mouth before he could even take it back. He silently pleaded with the gods that there was a different reason for that thanks.

[espio]

No, wait a minute, he can fix this! "Just for the record, I wasn't implying anything. Only that it was about time someone thought to teach him that."

If only his brightening scales and embarassed face weren't saying otherwise.

[redcinemareel]

What a terrible cover up.

Grell stopped in her tracks and whirled around, focusing everything she had on Espio. She didn't even hear Marco.

"Then why are YOU giving thanks for a present for my son?! Why isn't he here to thank me himself?!"

[fierybluebird]

"Kitten," Marco sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand, "He just wanted to thank you for teaching him, there's nothing wrong with that. Stop picking a fight."

He pulled the hand away to glace at Espio, "And you are making things worse, eh?"

[espio]

"You say that like it's on purpose..." Espio grumbled, but he sort of gave an apologetic nod to Grell, as if to confirm what Marco was saying.

[redcinemareel]

"I'M NOT PICKING A FIGHT!" How could Marco even suggest that this was a fight! Grell was visibly bristled by all of this.

[corruptedsouls]

It seemed the yelling from the hallway had finally managed to rouse the last person asleep in the entire dorm, as Tobias -- still in his pajamas -- made a groggy appearance.

"What's going on?"

[espio]

If Espio wasn't so distracted, he would recognise Tobias' appearance in the middle of this discussion.

And what was he distracted by?

Those pajamas.

"Oh, and if you feel like treating him to another present, please get him some new pajamas. I feel like stabbing my eyes out."

[fierybluebird]

"Wow Toby, those are pretty... loud, eh? And your boyfriend and Mom are fighting, please feel free to get them to stop," Marco was just about ready to give up.

DAMNIT CC XD

[redcinemareel]

Being utterly distracted by Toby's presence, Grell couldn't help but concur.

"That goes with saying..." But what a wonderful opportunity that has landed in her lap. "Toby, dear, would you like to go out for ice cream~?"

[corruptedsouls]

Tobias blinked a little, scratching his neck and yawning a bit. What was it now? Fight?

...Ooh, ice cream.

"Sure, Mom."

mobile tagging is go!

[espio]

"At this time of morning?" Espio wondered, aloud. There was something in the way Grell had said it that made him feel oddly suspicious, and he - calming down a little after blurting out the thing about the book - eyed Grell suspiciously. "And weren't we in the middle of something?"