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high_seas2014-06-06 10:34 pm
fierybluebird) wrote in high_seas2014-06-06 10:34 pm
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Date night
Who: Marco & Robin [Closed]
Where: Isla Empieza
When: June 6th-ish
What: A date! And serious talks. And rooftop dancing.
Warnings: PG-13 :T Probs. SPOILER WARNINGS LIKE WHOA FOR ONE PIECE THOUGH.
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed please!
Marco was like a kettle, just below the point of boiling over, and with a stubborn refusal to whistle loudly enough to even let those who knew him best see all the steam threatening to escape in a flood. Usually between Marco and Ace, Ace was supposed to be the one with a lot of fire and rage. Marco was supposed to be the levelheaded tactician after all. And that was the problem, really. Marco was so caught up in trying to be Marco, he wasn't even just letting himself be himself anymore. And how could he? The birdbrain practically panicked at the idea of letting his brothers know when something was bothering him, and that went times ten when it was something back home he knew they couldn't change. Why weigh them down with events that had no meaning here?
On the other hand, after a conversation with Robin, it became apparent that he wasn't the only one constantly mired in a drudgery of such thoughts. And where Marco at least had had several extra decades in the New World of the Grand Line to give him experience in handling it, having a crew she loved still seemed new to Robin in a lot of ways. And that was something Marco could understand and respect as well. After all, the only reason he was a tenth as stable as all this even, was because of his Pops and the rest of his brothers.
So an escape from 'brats' of his crew, and a date night out with one of the people he knew would understand it most was definitely in order.
He didn't bother telling most of the crew where he was going. It was just for the night, and he'd rather not have to deal with any would-be spies the violent way he would have to if it came down to it. Instead, he snuck off early after making preparations around the ships, left the work to Thatch -- seeing as the man had stuck Marco with his work hundreds of times for dates before, Marco felt absolutely no guilt in doing the reverse this time -- and flitted about Isla Empieza making his preparations. Rooftop dinner, a flatter spot with a record player for dancing, flowers, and coffee and drinks.
And hopefully he didn't look too nervous standing outside the shop as he waited for her. He wore a blue button-up shirt instead of the typical purple blazer jacket, but he could only hope it didn't look nearly like he'd put as much thought into it as he had. One day he would have to tell his Pops about all this, if just because his Pops would have gotten a huge kick out of things like that.
Where: Isla Empieza
When: June 6th-ish
What: A date! And serious talks. And rooftop dancing.
Warnings: PG-13 :T Probs. SPOILER WARNINGS LIKE WHOA FOR ONE PIECE THOUGH.
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed please!
Marco was like a kettle, just below the point of boiling over, and with a stubborn refusal to whistle loudly enough to even let those who knew him best see all the steam threatening to escape in a flood. Usually between Marco and Ace, Ace was supposed to be the one with a lot of fire and rage. Marco was supposed to be the levelheaded tactician after all. And that was the problem, really. Marco was so caught up in trying to be Marco, he wasn't even just letting himself be himself anymore. And how could he? The birdbrain practically panicked at the idea of letting his brothers know when something was bothering him, and that went times ten when it was something back home he knew they couldn't change. Why weigh them down with events that had no meaning here?
On the other hand, after a conversation with Robin, it became apparent that he wasn't the only one constantly mired in a drudgery of such thoughts. And where Marco at least had had several extra decades in the New World of the Grand Line to give him experience in handling it, having a crew she loved still seemed new to Robin in a lot of ways. And that was something Marco could understand and respect as well. After all, the only reason he was a tenth as stable as all this even, was because of his Pops and the rest of his brothers.
So an escape from 'brats' of his crew, and a date night out with one of the people he knew would understand it most was definitely in order.
He didn't bother telling most of the crew where he was going. It was just for the night, and he'd rather not have to deal with any would-be spies the violent way he would have to if it came down to it. Instead, he snuck off early after making preparations around the ships, left the work to Thatch -- seeing as the man had stuck Marco with his work hundreds of times for dates before, Marco felt absolutely no guilt in doing the reverse this time -- and flitted about Isla Empieza making his preparations. Rooftop dinner, a flatter spot with a record player for dancing, flowers, and coffee and drinks.
And hopefully he didn't look too nervous standing outside the shop as he waited for her. He wore a blue button-up shirt instead of the typical purple blazer jacket, but he could only hope it didn't look nearly like he'd put as much thought into it as he had. One day he would have to tell his Pops about all this, if just because his Pops would have gotten a huge kick out of things like that.
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She hadn't expected to be offered food in return, though, and immediately an instinctual suspicion flared in her mind, giving her pause. But she tamped it down with a smile. He'd assume he's committed some grievous offense if she didn't trust him, and if there was ever going to be a chance for them to be anything more than mere acquaintances, trust would be key. Robin took a breath, and accepts the proffered bite, though it would be a few minutes before the tenseness in her shoulders began to relax.
"Do you and Ace fight often?" she asked, in part to keep him too preoccupied to notice her hesitation, partly out of curiosity.
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Because Robin was the smartest person he'd ever met, challenged only possibly by his father, he had tendency to forget her past. No one could work long with Crocodile and not wind up a little paranoid.
Still the fact that she did still trust him enough to accept the food made him like a proud crowing peacock. He wondered idly if that was how normal people felt the first time they were able to convince wild birds that they meant no harm and offer them a present of food instead. It might explain a lot.
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He gave a wry grin. "Ace is very smart, but it's hard not to take it for granted sometimes. When he doesn't get something, it's impossible to help him see it. He has to find it out for himself, and usually in some bizarre way no one possibly could have expected."
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"Fist fights don't bother me. With Ace, I think he only respects someone who's willing to punch him in the jaw." Marco shook his head and the frown deepened a little, "Even when he asked me to be his first mate he said he wanted someone who would kick his ass."
He leaned his chin into a hand. "But I can't protect the crew's best interests if I'm too worried about protecting his, and vice versa. There's a balance there..." Was he trying too hard to map it, or was he just lost? Was it a dead end, or was he running from a dead end long before even got there?
"Have you ever played those pencil mazes? You draw a line through the maze and try to get from start to finish without getting lost? I feel like I'm always flying over one of those that spans in all directions, all the way past the horizon and keeps going. And sometimes I can see the dead ends so I don't go that way, and other times... I just worry about dead ends so I don't know whether it's safe to go... and that's what takes me so long to do some things. To get anywhere." His cheeks flushed again and he looked directly down before mumbling, "S'what took me so long... takes me so long... with you." Aye, he was pretty sure even his ears had to be pink at that suggestion, but it had to be said for the next part.
He cleared his throat and added, "Anyway, Ace just runs. And if he hits a wall, he doesn't turn around or even look to see if there's another path, he just does everything he can to bash it down." He chuckled softly, "And you know what? Sometimes that works for him." Marco shook his head, "But I could never work like that. Even when I've tried, it's ended up very painfully."
He's starting to confuse himself again. He had a point to it all, but somehow in the midst of the metaphor he got himself turned around. What was the point to it again? Ah, right.
"I don't know how to determine what is important enough to fight his decisions on," the frown was back. "Everything makes me miserable, nothing will doom us to failure. I can't let him pick which things are important to the crew's well-being, that's my job, but--" he pinched the bridge between his eyes with one hand, leaving the fork in the other so that Robin could hide it on him for all he cared, actually he'd find it cute, because Marco was weird, "If it is important, he only ever sees things on his own. I don't even know how to give him opportunities to see it... at least not yet." He dropped his hand and gave her a wry grin, "Or most likely I am overthinking it and seeing dead ends to avoid where there are none, eh?"
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But then his brain completely fizzled out.
That was just plain cheating.
He couldn't think of anything half as sexy, and he couldn't remember ever envying a fork before.
"Ah..." he leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing under chin with a small grin before evilly putting some food on her nose in revenge. Of course it was petty, but he smirked evilly all the same. "You have a little something right there. Want me to get it?" He half expected her to use an extra tongue to lick it off though, just to make him laugh. Or to shove him out of his chair in her own revenge. Whichever.
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"You honestly intend to lick my nose?"
He probably should have smeared it over her lips.
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He rolled his wrist and proffered her a napkin, ready to gently dab it back off. "Just because I've gotten used to our captain's eating habits doesn't mean I wish to emulate them personally, yoi."
He stole a quick kiss to her cheek and whispered in ear, "I just wanted to see if there was anything that could make you look even a little less gorgeous, but it would seem the joke is on me, it just serves as a reminder that you aren't so easily marred."
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He gently tucked a strand of her hair back behind an ear as an excuse to peer into her eyes, "And it got you to laugh, eh?"
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