smash_logs | [Open Log] Ch-Ch-Cherry Blossoms

Who: You!
What: Cherry Blossom Festival
When: April 10th - 18th
Where: All over town & campus. Wherever you find a cherry tree. Probably even up there on that mystery island for whatever reason, if you're so inclined.
Rating: Flower power.

Pink is everywhere. No matter where you look, you're sure to see the signs of soft pink and white blossoms. There's a fresh spark of life filling the air and just beckoning for everyone to come outside and enjoy the sweet scents of spring. Well, except for you, people with springtime allergies. They just want to make you miserable. But perhaps for everyone else, it was a wonderful amazing time to be had.

There are wonderful spots for picnicking! Frolic inducing atmosphere and the space to do it! Every so often you will see vendors selling treats for the event! Cosplayers taking advantage of their natural environments for photo ops! Hot date spots! Blossoms! Sparkles! Everywhere! Even when it rains.

This log is completely open! You can do whatever you'd like with whomever you'd like whenever you'd like. Just start up a thread and go!

Have fun! Don't forget to add your character to the entry tags! ♥

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Given the invitation, Falcon closes the distance slightly, at least so he can stop shouting. He still has a mouthful of churro, though. He's totally not going to stop eating it.

"Did you stretch first?"

"Of COURSE I did!! I stretched when I got out of bed this morning! While I was yawning."

"That's not what I meant. You should do some stretches before exercising. Real ones."

Yawn-stretching is not real stretching. Falcon is going to demonstrate, bending in a way that no person of his age should be able to do. And yet. There it is. Amazing.

Eggman just... stared for a moment.

"...How are you doing that? A normal human being of your age should not be able to bend like that."

He was one to talk.

~~smash bros physics~~

“I stay in shape.”

And also probably he’s always been a little scarily flexible, but, you know.

"You're a middle aged man who can move like you have no bones!" Eggman pointed out.

"All right, all right... Fine," he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. "I'll TRY your freakish technique."

He attempted to mirror Falcon's demonstration. Eggman was a middle aged man in nowhere near as good shape as Falcon was, so his attempt was... less than successful.

"Because I stretch every day before I exercise."

Falcon watched this in a mixture of fascination and horror, like one might watch a train barreling towards a fallen bridge.

"You have to start small. Here." Please enjoy these slightly more doable side stretches. "Like this."

Eggman attempted these less intense stretches with all of the grace that an overweight middle aged bald mad scientist could muster. That track suit was really not doing its job here to say the least.

"Rrrgh... This is going to take FOREVER," he grumbled in frustration.

"What, did you think fitness was going to happen overnight?"

He's trying very hard not to look at the track suit.

"Of COURSE not! I'd have to build some sort of muscle growth machine for that to happen," Eggman snapped back, continuing his stretching efforts with the same degree of success. Just try not to look too closely...

"I was HOPING to get into better shape before my WEDDING," he added simply.

"When's your wedding?" Falcon asked idly while touching his toes, clearly not actually interested in when Eggman's wedding was.

"We... DON'T HAVE A SOLID DATE yet," Eggman replied evasively. It was true, though. "As soon as I can make all the arrangements for a hall, flowers, reception, everything. I promised her a DREAM WEDDING, and I intend to deliver!"

"And you're not invited." Unless Flurrie said he was. In which case Falcon was going to be invited.

YEAH WELL YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO FALCON'S EITHER.

"I don't care. I don't want to come."

"Well then DON'T ASK about when my wedding IS!" Eggman snapped back. He got up from his absolute failure to stretch, looking like he had enough of a workout from just that.

"If I had my way, it would be a QUIET, PRIVATE AFFAIR. But Flurrie wants a big, elaborate, fancy wedding. And she deserves everything in the world for staying with me through everything I've done, and everything that's happened." Eggman didn't bare himself to anyone normally. He may have blustered and raged without a care who heard it, but admitting anything personal like that was normally beyond him. Why he did it now was anyone's guess. He didn't even LIKE Captain Falcon in any way.

Little did Eggman know, Falcon was currently having similar wedding conversations, though he supposed he should be thankful that he and Samus were on the same page. What was, of course, very curious was the way Eggman was suddenly unloading all of this. A big, over-the-top wedding must be incredibly stressful, which made Falcon that much more glad he was avoiding it.

"Got that off your chest?"

"...Yes," the fat bastard responded simply. "That felt good to get off my chest."

He straightened up, feeling joints crack as he did, tugging down the track suit to cover his stomach. "This may come as a shock, but I'm not exactly the best when it comes to romantic gestures."

"No, really?"

Color Falcon incredibly surprised, except not really. He put his hands on his hips.

"She doesn't want her name lasered onto the moon?"

"OF COURSE NOT! What do you think I am, a cartoon supervillain?!"

Well. He WAS. Just. You know.

"I would laser Samus' name onto the moon," he mused.

"So YOU'RE a cartoon supervillain."

"No. I don't have a moon laser."

Implying that Eggman was probably the one with the moon laser.

"Neither do I. THANKS TO THAT BLASTED HEDGEHOG."

He could have totally carved Flurrie's name into the moon once.

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