[Written] And now for something completely different from the last time

[fierybluebird]

Marco here.

Sorry for my state in the last post, and thank you very much to those sweet enough to humor me, you're too kind.

Bepo, and Vyse, I have duplicates of my maps for you, assuming you both still want them.

For everyone else, I've made about twenty copies of various maps and directions to the Corsair Naval Masquerade Ball. Likewise, in the interest of furthering piracy rebelling against lawful order, I will teach the basics of ranks to anyone with enough brains to actually hold the knowledge. Remember, if you want to go, wear formal costume, and pretend to be part of the navy. Anyone in the Spades wishing to help infiltrate must be able to perform a correct salute and demonstrate ability to discern when it's appropriate. Those who cannot may help infiltrate as waiters.

Thank you.
- Marco

Edited Addendum: Dance lessons for Spades unfamiliar with waltz, samba, and tango will be held every night this week. Namur's breakdance competition comes with a reward, but this style of dance is not acceptable for naval officers, sorry Nam-chan.

[Locked to Nico Robin]

I am embarrassed to say I have about three favors to ask of you.

[Locked to Grell Sutcliff]

Hello Kitten. How do you feel about getting a little vengeance, eh?

[Locked to Sebastian]

My phoenix brother and I are in the mood to spread our wings. Think you can get a babysitter that night to come have fun?

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[fierybluebird]

You heard about that?

[om_nom_namur]

Was there, Jelly-brain. Shit. Yer hair's gonna turn green cuz yer head's full a kelp.

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[fierybluebird]

I forgot.

Ah... Well, it's mostly the... picking up pieces thing. I think.

Shit.

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[fierybluebird]

Romance is too hard, I give up.

Too many politics, and pirates, and different crews, and I don't even know her rebellion ties, but that's not something I should mess with just because I have a crush, what the hell am I thinking?

"Oh don't worry Marco, Ace can handle it! And it's not like anything here will change things back home so less risk, right?" Wrong. I'm such an idiot.

[Just lays down on the floor.]

[So dramatically.]

[SO DRAMATICALLY.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Aside] Lord a the Sea...

[Namur's journal shuts quietly. You're all alone Marco. All. Alone.

Until a few minutes later when there's the sound of heavy footsteps and a quiet thump. Namur joins Marco laying on the floor in silent hipster protest for a few minutes, then pokes him in the side of the head with a webbed finger.]

What y' gonna regret more? Tryin' in spite a everythin' an' maybe failin', maybe not? Or givin' up 'fore y' even got started?

[fierybluebird]

[NAMUR IS THE BEST BROTHER. NO EXCEPTIONS. Except that Marco says that about all his brothers, and tries to follow Whitebeard in not having favorites, but god damn he loves you so much fish bro.]

[And at the poke he just climbs on top of Namur in a half-flomp, half hug.]

It's not the falling apart that worries me.

I know it will, eh. [BECAUSE DUH. He is Marco, and he literally cannot see a single scenario where it won't end tragically EVENTUALLY.] It's just the way it'll fall apart that worries me. I don't want her to get hurt, and I've been spending all this time trying to figure out how to protect her from it and make sure it doesn't mess up anyone else, that now I'm worried she won't even have fun. [Noms on Namur's hair.] At least if we could still be friends it'd be all right, but I'm worried I'll mess even that up, and then I'd really regret it, yoi. More than chickening out like this now.

And I know, I know, yoi. I just have to trust myself not to fuck up that badly, but seriously, I don't. Would you?

[om_nom_namur]

[Like a damn remora, he and Thatch both. Well, whatever. The birdbrain can just lay over his back and... nom his hair, seriously? Eugh. The shit he puts up with. Bite his fin though and there might be trouble.

Namur shifts his arms up under his chin like a pillow, letting Marco do his thing and get it out of his system.]

Look bro. If she's too dumb t' see yer good 'nuff for her then she ain't good 'nuff for you. Even as jus' friends or whatever. Catch me?

[fierybluebird]

Aye.

[This is why he loves you mostest-ish Nam-chan, because you put up with his incredible stupidity and still do your best to fix it and really that's all he needs.]

[Have a light cheek tug though!] Are you sure you won't miss me hitting on your Mom?

[Because from pathetic to asshole in literally half a second is just how he rolls. But it also means he's snapping out of it.]

[om_nom_namur]

Dude I don't give a shit what y' do or don't do with my Ma so long as y' leave me outta it.

[Seriously. He cannot say it enough. Leave. Him. Out. His mother knows how to deal with her own shit. There's a reason his hide is this thick.]

[fierybluebird]

[He laughs lightly and pesters Namur's hair.] Okay okay, I'm dropping it entirely, eh.

[SNUGGLES and takes a deep breath.] I need a smoke.

You really think I'll be okay? [GAH STUPID BLUSHING AGAIN HOW DOES HE EVEN--]

[om_nom_namur]

[He's not even gonna bother dignifying such a doubt-filled question with an answer. Instead, he rolls his eyes, rolls over quickly, and smashes his fist into Marco's face. Gently.]

Dumbass.

[fierybluebird]

[Ow.]

[STILL RED.]

[But at least less from blushing.] Okay. [Gently elbows!!!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Gently shoves. Across the room and into a wall. >.>]

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[fierybluebird]

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[fierybluebird]

[TACKLES!]

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[fierybluebird]

[And tickles under the gills. Cootchie coochie coo!]