[He pouts but grabs a blanket and grabs a cup of coffee.]
Thank you.
[Quietly sips, thinking to himself. He wants to ask how she's doing, but he's fairly certain he's got a good idea of it already.]
[He closes his eyes, trying to think of what to tell her. How to cheer her up. Ways to make her smile again. He promised to give her reasons to smile, come hell or high water, and Luffy going home was both. But she and the crew didn't necessary see that as a bad thing, did they? He sighs softly again and grabs a careful perch on the corner of her bed. Despite being human and sitting cross-legged, he's every bit the picture of a bird standing on a perch trying to look pretty for his master.]
[He tilts his head, watching her read a little and sips the coffee a little more before returning it to its original station.]
[He starts to ask if the book is good, would she like him to wait until it's finished? He came to tell her he loves her. To give her reasons to smile. Would that just stress her out more? He switches back to phoenix and carefully leaves the blanket over his shoulders and lays down at the foot of her bed like a watchdog.]
[How could he be in such a good mood and find a way to share it? He was definitely over thinking it now, and a little voice of Ace sat in a corner of his brain slamming his head into a wall exasperated with Marco chickening out again. Like he always did almost every time things could get remotely emotional.]
Action / December 20th / Late
Thank you.
[Quietly sips, thinking to himself. He wants to ask how she's doing, but he's fairly certain he's got a good idea of it already.]
[He closes his eyes, trying to think of what to tell her. How to cheer her up. Ways to make her smile again. He promised to give her reasons to smile, come hell or high water, and Luffy going home was both. But she and the crew didn't necessary see that as a bad thing, did they? He sighs softly again and grabs a careful perch on the corner of her bed. Despite being human and sitting cross-legged, he's every bit the picture of a bird standing on a perch trying to look pretty for his master.]
[He tilts his head, watching her read a little and sips the coffee a little more before returning it to its original station.]
[He starts to ask if the book is good, would she like him to wait until it's finished? He came to tell her he loves her. To give her reasons to smile. Would that just stress her out more? He switches back to phoenix and carefully leaves the blanket over his shoulders and lays down at the foot of her bed like a watchdog.]
[How could he be in such a good mood and find a way to share it? He was definitely over thinking it now, and a little voice of Ace sat in a corner of his brain slamming his head into a wall exasperated with Marco chickening out again. Like he always did almost every time things could get remotely emotional.]
It's good coffee, eh.