Date night

[fierybluebird]

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.

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[fierybluebird]

Another wry grin, "I hadn't noticed." Although he said it in deadpan, he meant it too. Still, if he was going too slowly maybe it meant he could relax and let go of the tightness on the reins for a bit if nothing else. He made a mental note to let himself go faster...

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.

[thetruehistorian]

This was exactly why Robin generally refused to do inhumanly embarrassing things. Someone would always find a way to make it worse. She did like his fingers under her chin, she decided. Unfortunately he ruined the moment with some sort of condiment. Robin arched an eyebrow.

"You honestly intend to lick my nose?"

He probably should have smeared it over her lips.

[fierybluebird]

Marco burst out laughing. "What do you take me for? I'm a bird not a puppy."

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."

[thetruehistorian]

"I can't figure out if you're being completely sincere when you go on like that, or if you've been given the impression it's what women want to hear," Robin canted her head to the side, regardless.

[fierybluebird]

He gently tickled fingers back under her chin again, "I am both as serious and as flippant as I always am. It's part of my mysterious charm, yoi." Charm, deadpan insanity, one of those.

[thetruehistorian]

Robin felt her pulse jumping, little flurries of ice cascading through her body. If only he hadn't chosen to start talking about himself at that moment. It gave her the opportunity to dart away. A sprouted hand pressed at his lips with a finger. "I think I read that line in a book once," she giggled. "Or something similar enough. Does it work often?"

[fierybluebird]

That got a huge laugh out of him. "Okay, now I know you're onto me." He pulled back, his eyes sparkling mischieviously. He was pretty sure it's from a book too, despite being the one who just said it. Marco shook his head. "Beats me. I don't usually care if anyone thinks I'm charming or an idiot, eh? It works for Thatch though, but he has a lot more going for him."

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?"

[thetruehistorian]

"I didn't realize my laughter was so rare that it could be considered a prize." Robin cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brow.

[fierybluebird]

"Don't give me that look," Marco frowned back, "Remember the time you were giggling against your will? I promised I couldn't sober you up, but I could at least try to make it a willing laughter, yoi." He stuck his tongue out for emphasis.