Who: Espio & YOU! Status: Open unless otherwise specified! Where: Don't worry about it What: Catch-all for Manta Board prompts and other shenanigans Warnings: Surge
[WELP HE FOLLOWIN. It's tempting to lay into her, but he is trying his heckin best here.]
Surge, I do care. I left you a message asking if you were all right. I waited for you for hours even after our agreed upon time.
You have completely disregarded my time and my own emotions. If you wish to discuss this to hear each other out, I am open to it. If you do not, then I want what is mine.
[ she can't even deny or confirm that claim because she doesn't have her phone. ]
I was BUSY! Things happened! Does that ever happen to you or are you better than that!?
[ besides...... no one told him to wait, he didn't have to stay in this stuffy shack and wait for her. he has friends, people to hang out with.
... ]
Fine! Just take your shit! I don't care! I don't wanna talk about a damn thing!!
[ as they exit the room and make it to the kitchen, the tenrec is pushing a few bags off the table that doesn't matter. grabbing the instrument, it's back to how it was, the string perfectly back in place. that one guy did a pretty good job, especially with it done with magic. the other thing is that she's looking through a few bags (some having already been on the table) until she finds the one that's supposed to go with it.
she throws the bag at him first because she can't throw the shamisen or that'll break, but if espio dodges or even looks inside of it will he find a shirt with various little peaches weaved on the base color, and BALD and BEAUTIFUL in an italics font, maybe geogia, maybe fraktur-schmuck... faltura guerra is also pretty nice. faith collapsing font...
whatever.
anyway, she's picking up these other bags to bring with her to throw away since they were in the way. ]
[Disappointing, but unsurprising. Silently, he takes his shamisen as well as catches the bag. The contents briefly catch his eye, but it's something he'll have to look more into later. As it is right now, Surge does not wish to speak.]
Very well.
Message me if you change your mind.
[She is a force of nature, and one cannot command or battle a storm with bare hands alone. So too is the case here; let her rage, and if she makes the choice to do otherwise, it will have to be on her own terms.
smell u later nerd, Espio is peaceing out of the house]
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[ he can't even attack who is really at fault, no! she doesn't want to return anything. ]
When it really fuckin' matters, no one damn cares!
[ the tenrec exhales, turning her back to the chameleon as she walks out of the room not even waiting for him.
she is fitting as we speak. ]
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Surge, I do care. I left you a message asking if you were all right. I waited for you for hours even after our agreed upon time.
You have completely disregarded my time and my own emotions. If you wish to discuss this to hear each other out, I am open to it. If you do not, then I want what is mine.
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I was BUSY! Things happened! Does that ever happen to you or are you better than that!?
[ besides...... no one told him to wait, he didn't have to stay in this stuffy shack and wait for her. he has friends, people to hang out with.
... ]
Fine! Just take your shit! I don't care! I don't wanna talk about a damn thing!!
[ as they exit the room and make it to the kitchen, the tenrec is pushing a few bags off the table that doesn't matter. grabbing the instrument, it's back to how it was, the string perfectly back in place. that one guy did a pretty good job, especially with it done with magic. the other thing is that she's looking through a few bags (some having already been on the table) until she finds the one that's supposed to go with it.
she throws the bag at him first because she can't throw the shamisen or that'll break, but if espio dodges or even looks inside of it will he find a shirt with various little peaches weaved on the base color, and BALD and BEAUTIFUL in an italics font, maybe geogia, maybe fraktur-schmuck... faltura guerra is also pretty nice. faith collapsing font...
whatever.
anyway, she's picking up these other bags to bring with her to throw away since they were in the way. ]
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Very well.
Message me if you change your mind.
[She is a force of nature, and one cannot command or battle a storm with bare hands alone. So too is the case here; let her rage, and if she makes the choice to do otherwise, it will have to be on her own terms.
smell u later nerd, Espio is peaceing out of the house]