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[toujoursfluer]

[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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[toujoursfluer]

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]

[fierybluebird]

[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.]

[toujoursfluer]

[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]

[fierybluebird]

[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.]

[toujoursfluer]

[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?]

[fierybluebird]

[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.]

[toujoursfluer]

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.

[fierybluebird]

[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.]

[toujoursfluer]

[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]