high_seas | Manly Drinking Times

Who: Marco, Thatch, Logan, Namur, Roxas, Vyse, Chandra, Natsuno, and anyone else who wants in on this drinking game
Where: The Sun! And the Moon! And all the ships in between
When: Sunday May 4th, pursuant to this hilarity
What: MANLY DRINKING TIMES
Warnings: Ehhhhh ARRRRR For Rum. And drinking. And war. And fuck who knows what else, remind me to update if needed.
Status: OPEN!!!

Marco quickly set up a couple of kegs at the ready for the drinking party. Because it was just plain necessary, and a lot like old times. The last two weeks were still weighing on Marco's mind. War, Peace, phoenixes. Was it a good idea to really enjoy war so much? Was it a bad one? Maybe it was inevitable, so he might as well enjoy it. Like life, right? Or should he not encourage it just because it was amusing?

It was too much of a headache, that's why he was just going to drink.

He also set up some non-alcoholic drinks for Leanne and everyone else. Green tea, fruit juices, but they were all clearly marked.

Marco gave a quick piercing whistle. "OI SPADES! Roll call and drinking games!"

And maybe drunk board games, he would blame that on Ace though.

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"Oh, aye, definitely. As a nakama, definitely. And I know Xifer loves you as a friend. Maybe as family. He's like that, eh?"

He should probably stop talking about himself in third person like this. He was going to develop a complex. If he hadn't already.

"That's what love is, you know. There are many different kinds of love, but it means wanting the best for someone else no matter how much it hurts you."

Roxas grinned, nodding a little bit. "Sounds nice."

He pet Marco's hair idly as he thought that over.

"Love is kind of hard to understand you know. Yeah I want the best for Lea, no matter what. Other people too I guess, but I don't know if I'd stop them from fighting. I mean, isn't it normal?"

"Have you ever been hurt in fighting?" Marco leaned his chin into his hand and the elbow on the railing.

"Sure I have." Roxas shrugged a bit. "Even the last one I got this cut on my forehead and lots of bruises. I don't get cut too much but banged up a bit. Used to anyway. Didn't really matter to anyone though, cause Nobodies don't really care about each other."

"You said yourself you cared about Axel when he didn't have a heart. And maybe that means you're not as much a Nobody as you think, eh? Besides, on this ship, we care when one of our own gets hurt. And even though we can't erase it, or fix it, we do our best to right that wrong," Marco did his best to explain, finally picking Roxas up off his shoulders to set him on the railing for a bit so he could look at him face to face.

"Not that long ago, this mark on my chest used to represent that. And it still does. It means we'll always fight to protect each other, and if one of gets hurt, we'll avenge each other, okay?" He was holding Roxas in place so the kid didn't risk falling, but he pointed to the spade on his left arm. "We're still figuring out what we all want this one to mean, but I know it means we all care about each other. No matter what, yoi."

"Well I'm a really weird Nobody. I shouldn't be able to feel things, but I do." He held onto the railing with his hands and kicked his feet a little bit. Not close to hitting Marco, just so he could move around. "I shouldn't be able to cry or anything I've done that twice. I think that's the weirdest thing I do."

He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "But I don't know if I care about everyone here. I'm really confused about Riku and Sora. I mean I hate them but I also don't hate them because it's not Sora's fault and Sora likes Riku and that's in here kinda and I'm so confused about it. I don't think I want anything bad to happen to them or anything, but I just...I don't know if I like them."

Daw.

Marco just ruffled Roxas' head. "You don't have to like someone to care about them. Ikki's mad all the time, but he still protects everyone in the crew with his whole being."

"Oh! Well then I guess I can care about them at least...it's just I'm mad at them."

He nodded a little, thinking. "You don't have to avenge me though if something happens to me. I'll just disappear, but I think I'll come back."

"You know something, I think that might just make you a phoenix. Phoenixes are always mad, they love fighting, and no matter how much someone tries to kill them, they keep right on coming back." Marco leaned on the railing next to Roxas a little. "But if you die, I'm going to do whatever I want. So if you don't want me to avenge you, you're not allowed to die. Xifer wouldn't forgive me if I didn't give my all into kicking the face in of anyone who hurt you, eh."

He giggled a bit. "I'm not a bird!"

"I came back after I died before and I think that's what happens here, but I don't know really. I just won't die then." Roxas shrugged, easy as that. "I don't want to die anyway. It hurt last time."

"I'm pretty sure it would hurt again. Dying is terrible so far as I can tell," he's quiet. Roxas isn't fazed by the topic it would seem, but it's not as easy for Marco to dismiss it, even as difficult as it would be for him to experience it himself.

"Yeah, I think it is. I don't really think much about it. Because I'm a Nobody I just disappear. Nothing gets left behind. I don't know what it's like for normal people to die."

Roxas seemed to be trying to think about it, but he's had too much to drink to really form coherent deep thoughts. He thinks Marco looked a little sad so he leaned over to wrap his arms around his neck.

Awwwww, you get a cuddle back Roxas. And a head pat.

"For what it's worth, whenever anyone dies, all that's left eventually turns back to dust." He points a finger up at the sky. "Scattered all over the universe, the stardust is bits and pieces of everyone's life." He wanted to switch an arm to phoenix to give Roxas a better hug, but for now, he hopped up to sit next to him and kept his arm behind the kid's shoulders. And maybe switched parts of it to phoenix, shhhh.

"My Pops always told me that even when I buried him, he wouldn't be gone. Even when he was dust or less. Because so long as I hold the memory of him, he'll always be with me. So I'll tell you what, I'll always remember you, okay?"

And because he felt like crying, and like hell he'd ever admit it, he maybe leaned his head to the top of Roxas'. Such a good strong role model, yup.

Roxas leaned against him easily because he was enjoying it along with the floating drunk feelings he had. Even the conversation wasn't really enough to sober him up.

"Really? You'll really remember me?" His eyes were a little wide because to him that was a huge promise.

"I swear it on my father's mark," Marco held out a small fist for Roxas to punch. "Aye, and my Spade mark too."

It takes a moment for his mind to connect to what he needed to do but he held his fist to Marco's with a grin. "Alright!"

He didn't really want to think about leaving them or forgetting them. He didn't want to think about his fate, or wonder how much time he had left in this place. Roxas wanted to have as much fun as he could squeeze into the time he had left. It might seem like a stupid, childish goal to some people but it was the only time he had after all.

"I'm gonna remember that. You, and Lea when he said it...Ikki too I think. I'll remember there are people that would miss me."

"A bunch," Marco ruffled his hair again in response. "So consider yourself under direct orders not to die, yoi."

He giggled lightly. "I've got it memorized. I don't usually fail my missions."

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