IC CONTACT

[blueser]

"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"

[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]

Comments

[blueser]

More detail is better, loser. Just making something up on the spot is for amateurs- I already had a strategy in mind by the time I got to the counter!

[Blue turns to him with a big, cheeky grin, hands on his hips.] Try thinking ahead once in a while, you'll probably get in less trouble that way.

[He watches the expected sputtering and eye-boggling at Pidgeot's appearance with his own private amusement, but Pidgeot himself seems utterly unimpressed, leveling a sharp stare in Tidus' direction as he complains. Blue's mouth twists in a thoughtful frown, and he looks from Tidus, to Pidgeot, and back.]

Oh. I didn't want him to get sand in his eyes. [Blue drawls casually, evidently pleased with Tidus' unexpected annoyance.] If it's a problem, you can probably find a Chocobo to adopt...?

[Teasing this guy is way too fun.]

[blitzcheer]

[ He hadn't even been that incensed about the pidgeot thing (it just seemed ridiculous--they were trying to save those salamizards!), but the constant insulting and attitude kills the slide Tidus was allowing these comments to go down.

Pidgeot can glare at him as much as the bird likes. Tidus levels his own glare on Blue, frowning--and he reaches for the paper with the job, snatching it back. ]

Are you seriously this much of an asshole to anyone who tries to work with you about the things you care about? [ He throws a dismissive hand out, voice sharp, and stuffs the job away into his pocket. ] Do whatever you want. I'll make my own way there.

[ With that, he's going to start heading for the stairs leading down from this district. ]

[blueser]

What the Furret...?

[Blue mutters, genuinely taken off-guard by Tidus' outburst so that he forgets to drop his hand for a moment. Once he shakes it off however, his eyes narrow defiantly, and face darkening into a frown. What was this guy's problem...!?] So sensitive. [He'd just been joking around, sheesh!]

[With a huff, he turns back to Pidgeot and swings up onto his back, watching the other boy stomp away.] Whatever! You're the one who demanded to talk to me! [He calls back, before Pidgeot's wings flap, launching them into the air. He'd still head to that spot- rescuing and studying a rare monster was still way more interesting than boring library work, but he didn't need this guy's permission to do it!]

[blitzcheer]

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