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[For most of the day, Robin will be in the library. There is a sign tacked on the door reading:

Those with outstanding fines or books overdue two weeks or more will be severely penalized in three days time. It's recommended you take care of this now. ~Robin Nico. Head Librarian.

She herself will be inside the library all day, awaiting frantic returns and/or deposits before someone comes to remind her that she is going to be late for dinner again. Feel free to stop by at any time.]

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[she tilts her head at that sound. Almost as if she can understand it. Well--obviously not. Still she feels sorry for the poor thing and gathers i carefully under her arm]

I'm sorry, ne? Are you better? We'll get you dried off. [she carries it to the kitchenette and takes a fresh dishtowel to start to dry off the creature]

Did I startle you somehow? Or did you scare yourself, silly thing?

[alksdjalskdjasldkj]

[Marco isn't even sure how to react.]

[On the one ~~hand~~ wing, she's actually being very caring and quite nice and affectionate, and god knows he loves that. Including being called a silly thing. So he just snuggles her a little and chirps quietly, letting her dry him off.]

[On the other ~~hand~~ wing, this was weird. She was really treating him like a pet.]

[Was it a game?]

[A weird game.]

[Or maybe she just understood how frustrating it was to be stuck as an animal and unable to talk. After all, she'd gone through the same thing as a cat.]

[Had Marco treated her more like a pet than girlfriend back then? It had all seemed quite fun at the time, but he wasn't sure now if he hadn't driven her crazy. He'd certainly irked Ace, but it was Ace. When wasn't he irked?]

Chirp!

[it was affectionate, that was for sure. And she enjoys being snuggled. Perhaps it just scared itself]

Well I suppose you're male, even if you aren't quite a peacock. [she'd call him a phoenix if those existed. Or perhaps they did? Perhaps he was one?]

Maybe you're a phoenix. Should I burn you to see? Will you turn into an egg or just a nice feast? [though she's teasing. In either case, he was all dry now.] In any case, you're quite lucky my husband is vegetarian.

[Marco laughs quietly. Weird game.]

[He flicks his tail back and forth in amusement. Okay, part of him is a little unnerved by the joking threat to eat him --]

[Did she just call him her husband?]

[EEEEEEE--]

[He rolls about in bliss at that for a second. How cute!]

[So cute.]

I eat meat sometimes, yoi!

[It just made him violent, and too much of it would make him run the typical zoan risks.]

[Little does he know.]

[Little does he know.]

[rolling around again, but he seems happier this time. And chirps at her in that way that tickles the back of her brain. She whistles back absently and wonders what to do with him. She'd like to keep him but something so exotic is definitely going to be missed]

Someone must have left your cage open. [she flips the phone book on the counter] Zoo first or newspaper... [she idly taps her chin]

[She whistled, but it didn't mean any words. Or was it him? Was he unable to speak human, but unable to understand avian too? Fuck the Malnosso, seriously. Still, it caught his attention. He couldn't even tell what she was trying to say in order to correct it. That wasn't like her at all.]

[He gives her a quizzical head tilt.]

[They have a zoo now?]

[Wait.]

[They have newspapers?!]

[He hops about the kitchenette to find it and bring it to her so he can read it over her shoulder while perched on the back of the chair.]

[she blinks. surprised. he heard? And understood her? Perhaps he had a limited intelligence? Like a service dog or monkey? There is one way to find out. Robin holds out her hand]

Shake

[He holds up a foot and deadpan shakes her hand with it.]

[You're luck he loves you Robin. Seriously. He might be ridiculous and fluffy most of the time, but there's only so far you can push the reigning captain of the Whitebeard pirates. Calling him a pet, now this.]

[He expects good sex for this.]

[Err.]

[When he's no longer a bird that is.]

Kree.

[Your turn to do a trick. Do flower hands! He loves those.]

Good birdie. [how odd! What an interesting mystery! Perhaps there was some sort of circus she didn't know about? She checks the newspaper but doesn't see one and it is likely too late to call the zoo... but she can't exactly keep him in the library. Hmm. She picks up the phone and dials, waiting for Spock's notoriously faulty answering machine to pick up]

Anata, if you get this, I need you to pick up a large birdcage on your way home. I seem to have an unexpected visitor and I can't quite make out who he belongs to.

[she checks the bird's wing for any kind of identification or tag]

[Oh, he is so going ot kick your ass for this.]

[Birdcage his freaking four foot long tail feathers!]

[And who's Anata? And what's that den den mushi looking thing? And now what are you doing? That tickles!]

[He chirps, and points to the tattoo. Even if some weirdo illusion was in effect, surely if he could see that, Robin could too. And with that, Marco hops off to try get a pen and paper. It'll be slow going, but it'll work.]

He seems to have a mark. [and gesturing to it? How sentient was this bird? Surely it was coincidence] But I'm not quite sure what it is. At any rate, you'll see him when you get home. Don't work too hard, love.

[and she hung up the phone, wondering what the creature was up to now]

[A solid chill ran down Marco's tail feathers.]

[She just called someone else love. She didn't recognize his mark, this wasn't funny in any way shape or form, and she just called someone else love!]

[She.]

[Just.]

[Called.]

[Someone.]

[Else.]

[Love.]

[In front of him.]

[Welp, he was going off of that vegetarian diet and murdering someone now.]

[No wait, this was crazy. Why would she do that even as a pretend joke? That didn't make sense.]

Robin? This stopped being funny awhile ago.

[An uneasy whistle and Marco carefully takes out pen and ink.]

Marco.

[Very carefully written, given his shitty "handwriting" with a beak in this form.]

[He was....

he was writing something. This bird... A chill went down Robin's spine. How was that possible? Something...something trained in him perhaps? Yes. Yes it must be. Because she didn't feel mad even if this was something they would definitely put her in the asylum for.

Still her voice is faint]

Marco? [She rests a hand absently against her throat as she flips through the phonebook] I suppose--that's your owner, ne? [though she didn't look over just yet-- not sure if she wanted a response or not]

[She was... afraid.]

[Afraid of who? Afraid of what? Marco would kill them and never let Robin be afraid again.]

[He shakes his head. No owner. How could she not remember him? What had the Malnosso done?!]

[He picks up the single sheet of paper with his name and nudges it at her again with his head trying to get her to notice him. Him. Really him. The real him. He sighs wearily and goes back to writing.]

Pops. Whitebeard.

[He points to his chest again. If that didn't ring a bell... then he didn't know what to do. Watch and learn probably.]

[she shakes her head. That is more than just --something learned. It's... She can't imagine. She's not sure whether to be fascinated or horrified or something in between. What was he? She glances at the names and for a moment has a glimpse of...something but it disappears in an instant. So instead she flips through the phonebok]

I don't see him here either... Are-- are you sure you don't mean Whit Beir? [why is she having this conversation?]

[Whit... Beir...?]

[What was this book anyway? Was it like the journal? Marco sighs, eats the paper and hops over to look at the phone book. Weird. Meh. Screw it. Marco sprawls out over it to catch Robin's attention and cutely wiggles his feet at her.]

[Just a cute birdie. Let's go outside for fresh air.]

[He makes a pitiful sound and longingly taps a window.]

Ah-- [but he eats the paper before she can stop him. That's...that's probably not healthy. He is adorable when he wiggles his feet but shes' too out of sorts to take much notice of it, blinking as he taps at the window]

You want out, birdie?

[and she opens it, letting in the cool night air. Maybe knew where home was or maybe didn't want to go...either way....]

Be free.

[Be free? How can he be free without Robin at his side? It's all too ridiculous.]

[He tugs lightly at a sleeve and gestures towards the door. If she doesn't come with him, it's not freedom.]

[He's banking on the idea that she still loves adventure. The first time they met he offered to take her to the library or flying and exploring. She chose exploring and Marco has adored her ever since. Today will surely be the same. Even if she doesn't remember him at all, the Straw Hats love adventure even more than the Whitebeard crew does. Or did. Surely she'll come with him.]

[He lets out another whistle, full of longing and desire.] Come with me.

[Besides, does she really think he'd leave her there to meet up with a husband, with a love who isn't him? Yeah. No.]

[It's as if he's asking her to come with it. It's ridiculous and yet...the whistle. There is something about it just beyond her understanding.

Her? Go out into the dark of night following some enchanted bird? She had people waiting for her but...

Perhaps a little adventure couldn't hurt.]

For a little while, then.

[she strokes his neck and then moves gracefully out of the window herself, stepping into the warm night.

She has no idea what she's doing and it feels good]

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