toujoursfluer | Appointments Post

They're from Kin'Coran. No one I've met before. Just another dumbass with a grudge against Pops' family who figures we're the fastest way to the top. [And that is a lot more weary sounding. Something he literally wouldn't let show around anyone but Robin. Still he cleans up in the shower, and runs an open mouth under the flow to get the metallic blood taste out of his mouth. Split lip probably. Lovely.]

If the Malnosso bring them back they better stay out of my way or only do it in a new place.

Actually... They resented Roger. [Leans against the shower wall.] Ace is so... [Stupid? What does it matter if he has Roger's blood? Marco will never get it. Even now he doesn't fucking get it. He can't, and he's trying.] Shit, I hate all of them. [Shakes his head out and back to under the water.]

I see. So Firefist-san was having a hard time.

[She turns off the water in the sink. She doesn't quite understand why it matters. He's a pirate, too, so why not want to follow in Roger's footsteps and be proud? But being hated for who you are is something she understands and perhaps that resentment has to go somewhere.]

If what you say is true, their time was limited anyway. I need to get some things. Do need bandages? Do you want something to eat?

Seeing as that's the excuse the government killed him for? Yeah. He's still an idiot for believing anyone else's stupidity matters.

[That came out before he even realized it, he's gotten definitely more comfortable at telling her more than he means to. Hm... Oh, and he is definitely hungry, but he's not about to admit it. (It's okay, Ace makes him eat soon.)]

Just something for my ankle, this is going to be a bitch to put the sandals back on over otherwise.

[Muttered quietly...] And don't go too far, please. I'd rather not be alone long.

[She pauses a bit at his words]

From what I've heard, from what I know, you've lived a long time with Whitebeard. You may have been lonely, Marcchan, but it's different when you're hated for who you are. For what you are. For what you know. Or, to put it another way, Whitebeard is your pride and if someone were to insult him on the deepest level, you would find a hard time to keep your temper. For Firefist-san, I believe his strength is his pride. His independence. Seperation from that which he can't control but is hated for anyway.

[As for the rest of it]

Very well. I won't be gone long... though your clothes are wet now. Shall I bring up some of Chopper's? They stretch so they should fit.

[He pops his head out at the end of that. Damn, she's perfect. Funny, beautiful, smart, and a hell of a lot smarter than him.]

Plenty of people hate me for being Whitebeard's son, and Marco the phoenix, eh? But you're right. [His pride is his strength and independence? Definitely. The separation too. Damn, he really loves this woman.]

That would be nice, thank you.

[She touches his cheek briefly before disappearing. She's not gone long but when she returns she has a roll of bandages, Chopper's clothes and what she needs to take the blood out of the clothes. It's annoying to have her arms so full--especially now that other limbs are so unstable. She sets clothes and bandages on the toilet lid and pours the mixture for the clothes into the sink. I]

I hope the power cap is lifted soon. It's irritating to be so single bodied.

[She begins to scrub the clothes between her hands, wincing slightly at the acidity]

[Honestly though, he's a little giddy, all told. And jumps into the clothes...]

Are these bike shorts? [Looking himself over before shaking his head out of that thought pattern and he gently sneaks up behind Robin to take her hands out of the water, so he can do it himself... despite the cuts to his hands. Whatever, he'd rather take the pain than let anyone else do so for him. That's pretty much his thing.]

Thank you love, allow me.

[WOW. Fail. Again with the saying more than he means to.] And aye. Not being able to fly is extremely annoying, especially as this is the second time this month, eh?

[Leans his cheek briefly against hers, but gives her plenty of room to slip away, though he should really start working on that cut near his ankle. Meh. Priorities.]

No. It's mine. [she accepts the affection but elbows him lightly in the gut. She'll get mean if she has to.]

I don't know what they are but you look ridiculous in them. [Though she feels affectionate even if she sounds harsh]

Wrap your ankle if you want to do something.

[Laughs at that. All of it. Maybe he is a masochist, but it's mostly for her.]

As you wish~

[Actually the elbow (though light) still hurt far more than he's used to. So bending down to tie up his ankle at least gives him an excuse to hide his literal gut reaction.]

Mah, good thing I'm pretty stocked up on pants at home, eh. I've heard there's even starting to be a clothing shortage.

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[she notices it and mentally apologizes. At least a little.]

Is there?

[She flicks the mixture from her hands and rinses them off and then takes a towel to dry them, and then, absently, another towel to dry his hair. Not that it really needs too much]

I wonder if all this is a controlled experiment or if they are slipping.

An experiment into people's psyche?

[Rubs the back of his neck and then actually chuckles at the towel on his head. Aw, best girlfriend.]

I... don't think so. It seems pretty legit. This is the kind of thing that happens with ref-- [.... Wow. No. THIS, this he caught. He is not going to tell Robin something she's seen and experienced far more often and in more depth than he ever has, and hopefully, ever will. She knows damned well what refugees and survivors go through, and he does not, at all, with to remind her of it.] Sorry. [Clears his throat a little.]

I think the cultists must have found a way through that other barrier. That's why they cranked this one up so much higher. That's connect to the devil fruits and other things, right? Or is it the fake wings? [A shrug.] Either way, if we can figure out how the cultists did it, then we can have slightly free reign of this world, eh?

Sorry? [She blinks.] For what?

[She listens to his theory and nods at it absently. Perhaps she'll have to investigate this a bit on her own. Though with her abilities like this it would make things a bit more thrilling than even she'd prefer. She pulls the towel from his head and lifts his chin to kiss him lightly]

Your clothes will be done in the morning. I won't be here but I'll leave them by the window for you.

Ah... nothing. Just over thinking something I suppose. [Oh, be still his heart, he's just going to melt into that kiss a bit, before trying to get the words and everything else to make sense in his brain again.]

Ah thank you... [Still, a slightly puzzled frown.] Where will you be going?

To the library. Elsewhere. There are some things I want to look into. [She tugs on his hair]

Don't worry about it, Bird-chan.

Understood.

I'd say watch yourself, but I'm sure you can handle even these extra idiots. And if not, you know how to call me. [Gets back up now that his ankle is all good and tests the weight as he leans in to steal a quick kiss to her cheek.] You really are the best, eh?

Of course I am. And I will. You too, eh?

[And she'll slip her arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. Lingering a bit and then letting go]

Take care of your nakama.

Absolutely. I will, eh? [He didn't even notice she did that "eh" too for a bit there. He's just too damn giddy about affection and everything else.]

And I'll check in with you later once I'm sure they're safe.

Tomorrow afternoon. Sometime after then. Unless it's important.

[Nods.] Sure thing. Ah, I might help Sanji out at the restaurant, so I'll probably be easy to find.

You're very easy to find. [And she gives him a little needy whistle she's heard more than once now, just to give him something pleasant to think about]

[Grunts and nearly falls towards her, as though instantly pulled by that sound alone or an invisible hand luring him in, stroking under his chin and promising all his heart's desires.]

Ah... [Blushing a bit.] That one... you might not want to use too much unless you never want space from me.

Ah. [She places her fingers to his lips]

I lived my whole life studying languages. Trust me, Marcchan, I know just when to use it.

[Laughs and kind of shivers in delight.]

Of course... [Rubs the back of his neck again.] Should I be more careful about letting so many of them slip at inopportune moments?

You can be as careful as you like, but if you don't slip in spite of yourself then I'm not doing my job. [She smirks at him and traces a finger down his face]

Get going. And sweet dreams tonight.

[Another grunt at that as he does get get going.]

You're evil. Pity me for liking it so much it probably qualifies as an addiction at this point.

[He waves as he heads off... towards the actual door for once. Ah, not being able to fly is such a pain.]

I've no doubt I'll dream of you torturing me all night. [And loving it.] Thanks Robin. [Whistles her name as he leaves.]

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