[Voice & Written]

[fierybluebird]

[He's going to regret this later, but there's a bunch of excitedly high-pitched chirps like a bird singing a love song.]

[That's okay. It matches the background sounds.]

[But FAR more embarrassing is the scribbles he makes into the journal:]



[So someone has a case of Spring Fever. Or maybe just a fever.]

[And then in big bold colorful levels Marco makes sure to add:]

FREE FLOWER CROWNS FOR EVERYONE WHO SIGNS UP NOW.

[Yeah. He's kind of lost it.]

Comments

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

Hello, Mr. Marco. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Is flower arrangement a hobby of yours?

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Aye!

But one I can't indulge in very often I'm afraid.

My brother Izou taught me ages ago. Izou taught me a lot of things actually! Like dancing and lipstick! [One of these things is not like the other...]

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

Why not? Are you a very busy fellow?

[Kodachi gasped. You could hear her clap her hands together.]

Dancing and lipstick? Those are two of my favorite things!

[Kindred spirits!]

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Usually! There's a lot of work I have to do to keep the crews running smoothly.

Aye? If you're familiar with the ways of the taikomochi then you'd get along famously! Too bad he's back home though. [He says that cheerily enough, but it actually weighs on him more than it seems.]

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

Oh, but you must never abandon your passion, or you'll shrivel up!

[A dreary sigh.]

Oh, I'm afraid I don't, but it would most certainly be interesting to learn about it. My brother is back home as well, and he fancies himself a swordsman. He's quite good, but my fiance is a better martial artist, no doubt about it.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Fortunately my passions are usually more work related.

Aye?

My brother Thatch here is a swordsman, but I fight a bit more freestyle too. Is he specialized in any particular school of martial arts?

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

My brother is a kendo practitioner, and my fiance is proficient in Anything Goes Martial Arts.

What about you, good sir?

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

[A pause.]

[What the fuck do you call absorbing insane amounts of radiation and flames and then kicking the shit out of everything in your path?]

I guess I have my own phoenix style?

[On a normal any other given day he could have deadpanned something or other. Today is a chirpy flowery baby ducklings everywhere kind of day instead.]

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

[Awesome. That's what it's called.]

Phoenix style?

Do tell me more.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

[Awwww yes.]

It involves a lot of flipping around, [Like a spazz] distracting my opponents with sparkles [.... sadly] and kicking them in vital points.

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

Oh, my -

It sounds a lot like my style!

[Yes.]

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Wow, really?!

[He's... way too damn excited about this.]

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

Indeed. I must show you sometime.

[Hers involve distractions in the form of sparkles and explosions, a lot of jumping around in the air, and a lot of hidden weapons. Yep.]

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

I would love that! It sounds awesome, yoi!

[He will regret this enthusiasm later.]