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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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[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?

My pleasure.

As for that, I'm not sure. I don't intend to go to anymore spring islands, and especially not during spring itself.

Got something you want to do to make this one last?

You mean for free? Of course not~! {GRINS] Especially if you don't wish to stay at that lovely island!

[A small laugh and he shakes his head.]

Oh I see, I have to pay to stay then? Should I ask the cost?

[Grell hums softly in thought.]

We can negotiate something, surely.

[His eyes dance in mischief.]

Start with opening offer and I see if I can't get you down lower.

Or higher.

Is that so?

I may have to get back to you, then. No use in squandering a wager with hasty decisions.

[Evil grin.] Fine by me. Every second I'm here while you're thinking is another second I don't have to pay to stay.

Fine, I've made up my mind!

Give me all your clothing.

What?!

Not that I'm exactly opposed, but I've had to warn my Pops about this kind of thing, often enough not to get in that kind of position myself, eh.

[SIGHS]

Your father must have been quite charming, however, I don't see how that has anything to do with me.

[Arm fold.] I'm saying I know better than to give all my clothes to dangerous, albeit sexy, women.

How about just my shirt?

[That...is tempting, but Grell's gaze falls lower.]

What's under your trousers?

Birdie boxers.

[Because he has to deal with kids around the ship so you know. Less freewheeling even if he can always switch to bird at a moment's notice.]

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