Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[thatched]

[Just sort of flops beside him with a bottle of rum in hand and very much past the sobriety sell-by date]

How are you doin' Toby-baby and Pika-lady? Enjoyin' the night?

[corruptedsouls]

Hi, Thatch.

[Tobias pulls the marshmallow out, eying it a bit. It seems to be done to his liking, so he holds it up, waiting for it to cool down.]

I had a lot of fun!

[corruptedsouls]

Pika pi pi... [Pikachu yawns, giving a little tail-wave to Thatch.]

[thatched]

[he gives Pikachu a little scritch behind the ears and takes a swallow of rum]

Surprised you're not here mackin with your [man? chameleon?] fiance.

[corruptedsouls]

Pi KAAAAA~....

[She leans into the scritch, making a cooing noise.]

[corruptedsouls]

We talked and hugged a lot before, so we're just playing around and having fun. We made a sandcastle!

[Which Thatch probably saw, since it was part of the competition, but still. After a moment, Tobias pulls off the marshmallow and pops it in his mouth, putting two on the stick before pausing.]

Do you want some?

[Manners: it seems he forgot some.]

[thatched]

Exsh--excellent work that sah--sandcastle.

Been a while since I played 'round with anyone. [he takes one of the marshmallows] Thank you kindly. [now...to put it...on the stick... Hold on he'll get it]

So whas the story 'tween you and 'lil Pink? [and by that he means Espio]

[corruptedsouls]

[Um, well, Tobias was going to cook it for him, but he waits until Thatch is done, then puts them in the fire.

Huh?]

Pink?

[thatched]

[probably better he does all told]

Not...sub-commander Pink. I mean Eshpio the picky.

[corruptedsouls]

[Tobias may not be the best at cooking, but he can at least do marshmallows! He blinks a little, though, smiling brightly.]

Espio tried to help me when I first came here. I was really scared of everything, and thanks to him and Mom and Dad, I got a lot better. I can think a lot clearer, and I know how to say I want something.

I really liked Espio for a long time, and then I just loved him. That's it.

[thatched]

Good on him. [and Marco and Grell. It takes a lot to replace fear with trust and love. But they are good at it. They are all good at it.]

S'how love is, you know. It creeps up on you. S'how I felt when I first saw Pops. Well-- that was at first sight, you know? Loved him more'n anythin.

[corruptedsouls]

Yeah... I wish I could meet him. Dad talked about him all the time. He sounded amazing.

[thatched]

He is. More'n amazin'. I'd die for'm twice over. Marco, too. D'you know he speaks bird?

[corruptedsouls]

Dad or Pops? I know Dad speaks bird. I tried to learn.

[thatched]

'Tis a bit difficult to wrap your head around, aye. But it's...it's all practice. Control. When you see him next...try this one.

[though Thatch has to think of a moment how it goes before whistling something that roughly meant]

mama bird peep peep