That's... [He holds her tighter for a moment, as close as he can.] I'm grateful. I love you for that. [A gentle kiss to her forehead.]
My fluff and things... that's part of who I am too, right? And... [He hesitates. It's not as though she didn't like him for him, just what he chose to be. Choices were important. Whitebeard always stressed that.] I don't think you've ever really been afraid of my edge before, aye? [He came to her after murdering people and she really didn't bat an eye. There wasn't anyone Marco trusted as much as Robin in all of Luceti, and in some ways he trusted her just as much as his family, as his crew. Because he didn't have to hide things from her for her protection. And he really loved that... needed that in his life.] I like to... be that extra fluff around my edge, because it's the only way I can be close to people.
Not everyone should have to see how rough the world is. I need to talk to Ikki... again, because ah... [He snuggles around Robin practically burying his face around her.]
It was strange, eh? When I was like that, I couldn't understand it at all, I couldn't see it at all. But it's as crisp as a morning now. Norma was terrified, I can't even imagine how bad it would have been if Little Ikki or someone I love like that had seen it.
[He gulps, fidgets a little and sits up slightly more, though he still has Robin supported on him and he lightly strokes her hair as soothingly as he can.] I don't... know what to tell people. Damn. Even Ange was pretty shook up. And I didn't think anything could faze her.
I keep everything wrapped in bundle and fluff because I want to let some people not have to deal with the edge. But when I was like that... I couldn't feel anything else. And I hate that. I didn't really care if they all saw the edge... and I always care.
[Rubs the bridge between his eyes with one hand.] It's not... a lie, right? Because that fluff is still me, even if some people don't see the edge. But not the whole world has to be afraid of me or treated like an enemy. Sometimes... sometimes I like when people just see me as a bird and befriend me. It's fun, eh? Shouldn't things like that be important too?
[He's shook up. And surprised that he's asking so much, but Robin is the only person he thinks not only does he understand, but she's good at guiding him back on course.]
[April 10th]
My fluff and things... that's part of who I am too, right? And... [He hesitates. It's not as though she didn't like him for him, just what he chose to be. Choices were important. Whitebeard always stressed that.] I don't think you've ever really been afraid of my edge before, aye? [He came to her after murdering people and she really didn't bat an eye. There wasn't anyone Marco trusted as much as Robin in all of Luceti, and in some ways he trusted her just as much as his family, as his crew. Because he didn't have to hide things from her for her protection. And he really loved that... needed that in his life.] I like to... be that extra fluff around my edge, because it's the only way I can be close to people.
Not everyone should have to see how rough the world is. I need to talk to Ikki... again, because ah... [He snuggles around Robin practically burying his face around her.]
It was strange, eh? When I was like that, I couldn't understand it at all, I couldn't see it at all. But it's as crisp as a morning now. Norma was terrified, I can't even imagine how bad it would have been if Little Ikki or someone I love like that had seen it.
[He gulps, fidgets a little and sits up slightly more, though he still has Robin supported on him and he lightly strokes her hair as soothingly as he can.] I don't... know what to tell people. Damn. Even Ange was pretty shook up. And I didn't think anything could faze her.
I keep everything wrapped in bundle and fluff because I want to let some people not have to deal with the edge. But when I was like that... I couldn't feel anything else. And I hate that. I didn't really care if they all saw the edge... and I always care.
[Rubs the bridge between his eyes with one hand.] It's not... a lie, right? Because that fluff is still me, even if some people don't see the edge. But not the whole world has to be afraid of me or treated like an enemy. Sometimes... sometimes I like when people just see me as a bird and befriend me. It's fun, eh? Shouldn't things like that be important too?
[He's shook up. And surprised that he's asking so much, but Robin is the only person he thinks not only does he understand, but she's good at guiding him back on course.]