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[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.]

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Ah~? Then my answer still stands.

I'll see if I can make it in ten.

[He makes it in fifteen, like he first said, but he does practically come tumbling out of the Nav, clearly having taken it at a run.]

Oi! Hello Bloody Roses! I have a delivery!

[At first, she's looking up at the sky for him, but when he pops out of the nav like that, she's definitely startled! Grell whacks him with her hat.]

STOP BLOODY YELLING! And what in Fates are you on?! Coming out of there like that!

[WOW. RUDE.]

[That's totally not the awesome hug and adoring fangirls going 'kyaaaa phoenix-kun!' he was hoping for!]

Oi oi quit it! What are you wearing a hat for anyway? I made you a crown!

[...oh right! He's here to give her a crown!

Grell fixes her hair, as she's sure she has hat hair, giving him a smile.]

I always wear this hat. It's my prized possession, you know.

Really? [Head tilt curiously, though he still moves carefully to crown her!] Is there a story behind it?

[She keeps still for him, smiling.]

It's from the first victim here~!

First one you killed, or first one to arrive here?

[Carefully sets it on her head, pulls back, and beams.] All done!

[Grell tries to look up at it, feeling pretty already! She leans forward, playing with his collar as she whispers.]

Remember when someone went missing when we all first arrived?

[asdlkjasldkajsldkj]

[Between the island and double spring fucking with his head, that really makes him feel like a bird suddenly caught in a cat's paw, and god damn he wishes he didn't love it.]

[His eyes widen a little and he gulps with a nod.]

From him?

[Aw and she keeps souvenirs. That's either cute or disturbing. He forgets which.]

[She really loves the hat.

Grell nods also, pressing a finger to his lips.]

Shhh...it's my little secret~! [GRINS] He has good tastes!

[Only she could get that pun.

She stands back a bit, adjusting a few locks of hair.] How do I look?

Gorgeous! [Gives a V-victory sign.]

I don't know how long it'll last though. The flowers, I mean. [Helps brush some of that hair back to tuck behind an ear.] Your beauty is one that could never fade.

[She gives a curtsy, and when she stands up straight, Marco is there to help push back a strand of her hair. With a smile, Grell hues a bit from the kind act.]

Such honeyed words never tasted as sweet from any other lips. You have my thanks. I'll wear it until the last petal falls.

Edited 2014-04-16 10:33 (UTC)

[Grins softly.] Well, you might want to take them off at night. Otherwise you'll get pricked pretty badly, eh?

[A slight pout.] Yes, perhaps you're right.

[Leans forward lightly and kisses her cheek.] Red really does suit you.

[She watches his movements, smiling at the kiss.]

I've been trying to convince everyone of that! [She pokes his arm.] You should join in my quest to persuade the masses!

[He laughs softly.] Okay, so long as you don't mind that blue and purple suit me better, yoi.

They do, but I bet the spots of crimson would enhance your features~!

I never was fond of getting my enemies' blood on me. Izou gets mad because it's so hard to clean.

I promise not to tell~! [Idly plays with one of his buttons.] I can get rid of the evidence for you!

[A sort of a sly grin.] That is awfully tempting.

The best kind of tempt, at that. [She grins as well, leaning in close to whisper.] Think about it. Long and HARD.

[And leaning back, leaving his buttons alone.]

[alksdjalksdjalksjd]

[Woman, plz.]

[He's pretty sure his heart is up in his throat, and his heart is racing.]

[Mah well...]

[He tucks her hair back behind an ear, cups her ear lightly rubbing an earlobe, and grins lazily.]

Oh believe me, I am.

[That's where all hearts belong, anyway. According to her. Good thing she's not a surgeon.]

Excellent. [The ear rub felt nice, and she closes her eyes for a brief moment before opening them.]

You have a wonderful delivery service. What will your next business be?

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