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"Fox? What's with the glasses?"
“…ha, well sorry to disappoint, but I’m not Fox. He is my son and we do look alike a lot though, i know.”
“Oh, right! James … I think. I thought my grandfather killed you.” The monkey stated cheerfully.
“Eheh…sorry, but McClouds can get through anything!”
“That’s so cool!” He responded, clenching his fists excitedly like a kid who’d seen a giant robot.
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"Feeling better today Falco?"
“I just spent seven days locked in my freakin’ room sick as a dog…how d'ya think I feel?!”
"Like a rotten Banana?"
"Fox? What's with the glasses?"
“…ha, well sorry to disappoint, but I’m not Fox. He is my son and we do look alike a lot though, i know.”
"Oh, right! James ... I think. I thought my grandfather killed you." The monkey stated cheerfully.
How's it going Foxxy?
Fox’s ears perked up to the familiar voice, he then looked over only to notice Dash. “I’ve had better day’s honestly, Dash…” The vulpine said, crossing his arms looking down at the ground.
“Oh, cheer up.” Dash sat next to Fox and draped an arm over the vulpine’s shoulder. “What could possibly have you down so much? Still irritated that I tried to outsmart you and take your Arwing?”
He let his arm fall back to his side, turning and resting his chin on Fox’ shoulder now, looking up at the depressed pilot with a look of inquiry. Curious yet nonchalant.
Fox shook his head ‘no’. “It’s not that, besides you couldn’t even take it.” The vulpine let out a small chuckle. “…It’s something more.” The vulpine sighed, feeling the pilot rest his chin on his shoulder.
Fox lifted up his head, looking off into the distance. “Perhaps it’s nothing I should be talking about, and it’s definitely no ones concern. I should probably just not even worry about it.” The young mercenary let out a mellow sigh, regaining his dignity. “Enough me.-” Fox said while getting a glimpse of Dash. “-What’s going on with you?”
Dash noted the Fox’ distant and melancholy look towards the sky, but he remained in his current position of resting his head on the other pilot’s shoulder.
“Excuse me, but I could’ve taken it if I wanted to. Falco just got in the way and kept calling me a ‘banana breath’ … not that I don’t like bananas or anything.” Dash continued listening before rolling his eyes and lifting his head from the shoulder. “Sheesh, you really are a hopeless romantic. Aren’t you?”
“’Bannana Breath?!’” The vulpine said, chuckling just a bit. “I’m sorry but that’s good! Definitely sounds like Falco.” Fox knew how Falco could be, some people take it to heart, but not Fox.
The mercenary turned his head, now looking at Dash. “Hopeless romantic? What!? Where’d that come from?” The vulpine questioned, cocking up a brow, giving the pilot a strange look.
The Monkey narrowed his eyes in light annoyance at Fox’ response to the nickname. “It’s not that funny..” He grumbled, looking off to the side and flicking his tail in frustration. Bananas were delicious after all.
Dash moved to sit in a nearby chair, leaning forward a bit. “Hm, hopeless romantic? You’re always looking up at an angle, thinking of theoretical futures and wondering what people are thinking. Like a daydreaming child, that’s what I meant.”
Dash’ expression changed, becoming a bit worried now that he had snuck aboard the Great Fox in deep space and had utterly failed to capture one of the Arwings, leaving him stranded and at the mercy of the team. He inched back in the chair slightly.
“So now what? Going to toss me out the airlock or something?” He asked, watching for any sudden movements.
How's it going Foxxy?
Fox’s ears perked up to the familiar voice, he then looked over only to notice Dash. “I’ve had better day’s honestly, Dash…” The vulpine said, crossing his arms looking down at the ground.
“Oh, cheer up.” Dash sat next to Fox and draped an arm over the vulpine’s shoulder. “What could possibly have you down so much? Still irritated that I tried to outsmart you and take your Arwing?”
He let his arm fall back to his side, turning and resting his chin on Fox’ shoulder now, looking up at the depressed pilot with a look of inquiry. Curious yet nonchalant.
Fox shook his head ‘no’. “It’s not that, besides you couldn’t even take it.” The vulpine let out a small chuckle. “…It’s something more.” The vulpine sighed, feeling the pilot rest his chin on his shoulder.
Fox lifted up his head, looking off into the distance. “Perhaps it’s nothing I should be talking about, and it’s definitely no ones concern. I should probably just not even worry about it.” The young mercenary let out a mellow sigh, regaining his dignity. “Enough me.-” Fox said while getting a glimpse of Dash. “-What’s going on with you?”
Dash noted the Fox’ distant and melancholy look towards the sky, but he remained in his current position of resting his head on the other pilot’s shoulder.
“Excuse me, but I could’ve taken it if I wanted to. Falco just got in the way and kept calling me a ‘banana breath’ ... not that I don’t like bananas or anything.” Dash continued listening before rolling his eyes and lifting his head from the shoulder. “Sheesh, you really are a hopeless romantic. Aren’t you?”
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Hey there Falco. Still masquerading as a Flamingo I see. Well, if all else fails, it'll make a great Halloween costume, right?
“Oh HA HA. Real funny, Bowman. Beat it.”
"Bowman? What happened to banana breath? Finally starting to treat me with the respect I deserve?" He teased.
How's it going Foxxy?
Fox’s ears perked up to the familiar voice, he then looked over only to notice Dash. “I’ve had better day’s honestly, Dash…” The vulpine said, crossing his arms looking down at the ground.
"Oh, cheer up." Dash sat next to Fox and draped an arm over the vulpine's shoulder. "What could possibly have you down so much? Still irritated that I tried to outsmart you and take your Arwing?"
He let his arm fall back to his side, turning and resting his chin on Fox' shoulder now, looking up at the depressed pilot with a look of inquiry. Curious yet nonchalant.
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“If it’ll make ya stop babblin’, then sure, go right ahead.”
cornerianpilotdash:
“My name is Dash. I’m here to borrow an Arwing, as long as Fox doesn’t find me first.” The monkey replied with a grin as he resumed sneaking around a corner aboard he Great Fox, looking out for the orange furred pilot.
That welcoming smile immediately sank into an unhappy frown. A blue hand reached out and grabbed Dash’s arm before he could leave her range.
“Borrowing without permission is stealing,” she said, her tone reproachful. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave. We do not tolerate this behavior and you shouldn’t be on this ship, to begin with.”
The monkey blinked as his arm was grabbed, weakly trying to pull away for a moment before looking up at her with an even tone. “What are you going to do? Toss me out into space?” He asked with heavy skepticism.
Hello Falco. You sure are looking ... pink? today.
“What’dya want, Pipsqueak? Can’t ya see I’m busy here? I ain’t got any crayons or lollipops for ya.” If by ‘busy,’ he meant sitting around playing his handheld game doing relatively nothing productive.
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Dash only smiled wider. “You denying it only makes you cuter somehow, y'know?” The ape remained sitting, unable to identify the game before it was removed from his sight. “Sheesh Falco, I’m only trying to make conversation. Do you despise me so much?” He asked. “Or has you’d new color just made you a bit more agitated than usual?”
He scoffed, glaring at Dash with narrowed eyes. “I. Ain’t. Cute. ‘N if ya say it again, yur gonna find yurself the same color as me. What do ya want, Bowman. Ya comin’ t’bother me ‘cause Fox turned ya away again about wantin’ t’fly one’a our ships? When are ya gonna give it a rest?”
“It’s true. Fox turned me away again.” Dash admitted. “But i’m not giving up. I’ve always wanted to fly an Arwing and join Star Fox. I’m not going to give up just because you’re in a foul mood due to your change in color.”
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Hello Falco. You sure are looking ... pink? today.
“What’dya want, Pipsqueak? Can’t ya see I’m busy here? I ain’t got any crayons or lollipops for ya.” If by ‘busy,’ he meant sitting around playing his handheld game doing relatively nothing productive.
Dash’ face contorted into an annoyed scowl, the fur on his tail stiffening before reaching over and plucking a pretty pink feather from Falco’s scalp. “Don’t be a jerk.. You overgrown Flamingo.”
“ Ah! Hey, what’s the big idea, banana breath–!?” He winced and jerked his head away, rubbing at the spot where he was plucked before jumping to his feet and knocking the chair he was sitting in to the floor with a crash, grabbing and lifting Dash up by the collar with both hands.
Dash twirled the feather in his fingers, eyes widening as he was lifted off the ground by the much larger avian. Dash merely smirked and swished his tail playfully. “Wow.. I didn’t know flamingos had this much arm strength.”
Despite the daggers the pheasant was glaring at the primate, he surprisingly choked back his urge to throw a punch or anything violent and simply lifted him up as high as he could before dropping him, roughly straightening his jacket before picking up his chair and flopping down onto it while keeping his eyes locked on Dash. “Yur botherin’ me. Beat it if ya got nothin’ good t’say.”
“You’re kind of cute when you’re angr-AH!” He fell into a sitting position with a pained groan, looking up to match the glare of the bird. “And I happen to like bananas, you should try some.” He stood and casually walked over to Falco, sitting down next to his chair and peering curiously over at his game.
“I ain’t cute,” he spat, scooping up his game and thrusting it into his jacket pocket, sitting back in his chair after with his arms folded across his chest. “There somethin’ I can help ya with, Bowman? Yur in my space.”
Dash only smiled wider. "You denying it only makes you cuter somehow, y'know?" The ape remained sitting, unable to identify the game before it was removed from his sight. "Sheesh Falco, I'm only trying to make conversation. Do you despise me so much?" He asked. "Or has you'd new color just made you a bit more agitated than usual?"
*Tackles*
“–!!” Being caught off guard for once, Marcus found himself tumbling to the floor by something unexpected. After having the wind knocked out of him by landing hard on the ground, he quickly regained his composure and shoved whatever was causing the uneasy weight on top of him while drawing his weapon in one swift, trained movement, pointing the barrel of it in the face of the stranger.
Dash rolled off easily enough, gracefully tumbling onto all fours. He glanced up only to see the barrel of a weapon mere inches from his mouth. He slowly trained his movement up to the one he had tackled, offering an uneasy smile. “Nice reflex.”
Upon recognizing the face, Marcus lowered his blaster with an exasperated sigh, following with a slight smile of his own tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Dash, geeze, you scared the heck out of me.” The vulpine tucked his weapon away in its holster before standing upright, offering a hand out to Dash to help him to his feet.
Dash smiled and took the hand, standing and brushing off his slightly dirtied flight suit. “Oh, just trying to ‘borrow’ one of your dads Arwings. But he’s being awfully sour about it.”
“What? Ha ha– did you think he was going to just let any of them go? I had to go and request one of my own because he wouldn’t let me have one when I joined.”
“Why are you trying to get a hold of one of those anyway?”
“I just wanted to try one.. wait. We can request our own?!” The monkey asked with hope filled eyes.
Hello Falco. You sure are looking ... pink? today.
“What’dya want, Pipsqueak? Can’t ya see I’m busy here? I ain’t got any crayons or lollipops for ya.” If by ‘busy,’ he meant sitting around playing his handheld game doing relatively nothing productive.
Dash’ face contorted into an annoyed scowl, the fur on his tail stiffening before reaching over and plucking a pretty pink feather from Falco’s scalp. “Don’t be a jerk.. You overgrown Flamingo.”
“ Ah! Hey, what’s the big idea, banana breath–!?” He winced and jerked his head away, rubbing at the spot where he was plucked before jumping to his feet and knocking the chair he was sitting in to the floor with a crash, grabbing and lifting Dash up by the collar with both hands.
Dash twirled the feather in his fingers, eyes widening as he was lifted off the ground by the much larger avian. Dash merely smirked and swished his tail playfully. “Wow.. I didn’t know flamingos had this much arm strength.”
Despite the daggers the pheasant was glaring at the primate, he surprisingly choked back his urge to throw a punch or anything violent and simply lifted him up as high as he could before dropping him, roughly straightening his jacket before picking up his chair and flopping down onto it while keeping his eyes locked on Dash. “Yur botherin’ me. Beat it if ya got nothin’ good t’say.”
“You’re kind of cute when you’re angr-AH!” He fell into a sitting position with a pained groan, looking up to match the glare of the bird. “And I happen to like bananas, you should try some.” He stood and casually walked over to Falco, sitting down next to his chair and peering curiously over at his game.
Hello Falco. You sure are looking ... pink? today.
“What’dya want, Pipsqueak? Can’t ya see I’m busy here? I ain’t got any crayons or lollipops for ya.” If by ‘busy,’ he meant sitting around playing his handheld game doing relatively nothing productive.
Dash’ face contorted into an annoyed scowl, the fur on his tail stiffening before reaching over and plucking a pretty pink feather from Falco’s scalp. “Don’t be a jerk.. You overgrown Flamingo.”
“ Ah! Hey, what’s the big idea, banana breath–!?” He winced and jerked his head away, rubbing at the spot where he was plucked before jumping to his feet and knocking the chair he was sitting in to the floor with a crash, grabbing and lifting Dash up by the collar with both hands.
Dash twirled the feather in his fingers, eyes widening as he was lifted off the ground by the much larger avian. Dash merely smirked and swished his tail playfully. “Wow.. I didn’t know flamingos had this much arm strength.”
*Tackles*
“–!!” Being caught off guard for once, Marcus found himself tumbling to the floor by something unexpected. After having the wind knocked out of him by landing hard on the ground, he quickly regained his composure and shoved whatever was causing the uneasy weight on top of him while drawing his weapon in one swift, trained movement, pointing the barrel of it in the face of the stranger.
Dash rolled off easily enough, gracefully tumbling onto all fours. He glanced up only to see the barrel of a weapon mere inches from his mouth. He slowly trained his movement up to the one he had tackled, offering an uneasy smile. “Nice reflex.”
Upon recognizing the face, Marcus lowered his blaster with an exasperated sigh, following with a slight smile of his own tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Dash, geeze, you scared the heck out of me.” The vulpine tucked his weapon away in its holster before standing upright, offering a hand out to Dash to help him to his feet.
Dash smiled and took the hand, standing and brushing off his slightly dirtied flight suit. “Oh, just trying to ‘borrow’ one of your dads Arwings. But he’s being awfully sour about it.”
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Hello Falco. You sure are looking ... pink? today.
“What’dya want, Pipsqueak? Can’t ya see I’m busy here? I ain’t got any crayons or lollipops for ya.” If by ‘busy,’ he meant sitting around playing his handheld game doing relatively nothing productive.
Dash’ face contorted into an annoyed scowl, the fur on his tail stiffening before reaching over and plucking a pretty pink feather from Falco’s scalp. “Don’t be a jerk.. You overgrown Flamingo.”
*Tackles*
“–!!” Being caught off guard for once, Marcus found himself tumbling to the floor by something unexpected. After having the wind knocked out of him by landing hard on the ground, he quickly regained his composure and shoved whatever was causing the uneasy weight on top of him while drawing his weapon in one swift, trained movement, pointing the barrel of it in the face of the stranger.
Dash rolled off easily enough, gracefully tumbling onto all fours. He glanced up only to see the barrel of a weapon mere inches from his mouth. He slowly trained his movement up to the one he had tackled, offering an uneasy smile. “Nice reflex.”
