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.]

Comments

[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