[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

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

[SIGHS]

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

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

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

How about just my shirt?

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

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

What's under your trousers?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

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.]

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

Then I'll take those.

[Boxers are better than some silly shirt that doesn't even stay closed.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

The.... boxers?

Is this a trophy of your conquest?

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

[There is a slight pause.]

It wasn't until you said something.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

What was it before?

[Gah, all bright red now.]

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

[GRINS]

How could I possibly tell you, now~? I won't change my mind, you know.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Okay, but you have to close your eyes while I get them off. No free show.

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

So shy~!

But how do I know you won't simply run away?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Then you don't have to worry about payment for staying.

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

I thought this was a negotiation, as you put it.

[Meaning this was all his idea.]

Why not just take off the shirt, wrap it about your waist, remove the cute undergarments, and then leave?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Now where would be the fun in that? Are you saying I can't trust you not to peek?

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

No, I'm actually saying that I can't trust you enough to not run away.

[She crosses her arms while tilting her head bit, amused.]

We are at an impasse.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Don't be silly, eh. If I wanted to run, I'd do it now.

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

...point taken.

[She does give him one last look of 'try anything and you'll regret it' before closing her eyes. She'll keep her word and not peek.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Questioning his life decisions, seriously, he strips down, hops out of the boxers, and puts the pants back on.]

[As requested, one set of bird boxers.] Here, yoi.

[If his brothers ask... he has no idea what to tell them actually.]

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell opens a green eye and happily takes the warm boxers.]

Such a cute design~! [She looks over to him.] You truly had such cute things down there? [Points to his crotch area.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

What's wrong with that?

It's not like I can easily risk going commando with all the kids around, eh.

[Action]

[redcinemareel]

Such a naughty birdie you are~!

[Grell carefully folds the boxers so that they're small enough to stuff down her corset. No one will ever look there. Except Dave. She'll explain it to him later.]

You're free to go.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs and shakes his head in amusement.] I don't think I'll ever understand you Kitten.

Aye. Enjoy your crown.