fierybluebird | [video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

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[video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

[In a scene that might be familiar to some, Marco is back in the barn, with five baby chocobo. Not quite so baby now, he might be able to fit one of them in a bag on his back, but not all of them. He can't even fit them all under one wing, but that's all right, the others he's dealing with in different ways. It might not be immediately obvious, but the loss of Ace is hitting him hard. Normally he'd go into a rage to kill things, but he doesn't seem to feel it's worth it.]

Ace's name is up on the memorial wall. He might come back... I hope so.

[There's a much too long pause in which he looks a world away and scoops up a chocobo fitted with a Spade collar.]

Ah so how about some bird jokes, eh?

You've probably all heard this one: Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Why didn't the turkey cross the road?
He didn't want to be a chicken.
Why did the ducks cross the road?
To prove they could do it better than the chicken.
Why did the chicken cross the road twice?
It was a double-crosser.
Why did the rooster cross the road?
To prove he wasn't a chicken.

A phoenix walks into a bar filled with a bunch of turkeys. He gives them a polite nod and then buys everyone a round of drinks. They crowd around their new friend and offer some peanuts. "Gobble gobble gobble?" they suggest. "No thanks," he politely declines, "I'm allergic." They offer him pretzels. "Gobble gobble gobble?" He takes a few of those and they continue on for hours. Eventually they run out, and just as he was about to leave, they look him up and down and ask, "Gobble gobble gobble?" He gives them a horrified look and explains, "No way! I'm not into that!"

Why did the marines arrest the turkey?
They brought it on suspicion of fowl play!

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[Affectionate nuzzles.]

So I didn't mess up at all. [About to strut about all filled with pride.]

[A light chuckle]

Of course not.

I win. [Kisses Japan's nose.]

So it seems... [A gentle glance]

I am wondering if Marco would still like to drink.

Yes. Tea would be nice. Want me to get it? [Housewife forever.]

Ah, after Marco has been caring for others for so long, I would like to get it this time. [He teasingly meant the chocobos. But really, it's relaxing for him to make, too, so maybe they take turns...]

Okay. Thank you love. [Hops on the couch and relaxes.]

[A nod and a bow, and he's heading towards the kitchen, but he'll glance back]

Ah, should I make food as well...? Or perhaps just a snack...

No. [Damn it Japan! No salt!]

[R-REJECTION... He probably even twitches. He's going to need some soon BUT OKAY HE CAN DO THIS...

Just... sulks on over to make the tea.]

Maybe some small crackers... [Caves... so... easily. orz]

[BUWAHAHAHAHAHAH

Or so Japan would say if he were more loud. Alas he just gets an excited face.]

R-right!

[DAW CUTE.]

Hah... [He was going to say not too much, but he can't wreck that face.] Enjoy it, eh.

[He'll return in a bit with the tea, setting it down, and then a plate of crackers. ...He poured salt over them in the kitchen. But anyway, he'll set it between them in case Marco wants a really salty cracker LMAO...]

Ah, here.

[Picks one up and turns it over... several times. Then tries to shake the salt off and sneak it back to Japan's plate.]

Your concept of moderation is on par with Shanks. [Haha... he thinks Japan won't get that joke :T]

[LOL... looks insulted!!!]

It is not! It is completely different! I held back!

How so?

Besides. Shanks can hold back... [Not really.]

...It is not as if I can get drunk from salt...

Oh... I told you how much he drinks, huh?

Fine, but you could still get really sick. I'm half afraid any stimulation I give you will make you pass out now.

[Brb choking on a cracker at that WHAT, STIMULATION, DON'T SAY THOSE THINGS OVER TEA]

[Giant sweatdrop and waits to make sure he doesn't need to Heimlich Japan.]

Unless I kill you first with something milder I suppose.

[A few seconds of flailing later and then a drink of tea and he sighs, flopping over the arm of the couch.]

I will never keep up with this startling behavior... [He's so dramatic sometimes]

[Kisses his cheek and tugs him to sit on the couch with him.}

You're getting there. [Except nope; not really.]

Ah, so it's teatime. Tell me things that are stressing you out. [What is not being blunt Japan? TEACH HIM YOUR WAYS OF SUBTLETY.]

[LONG STARE......... Marco how do you do this.

Fine Japan will try this blunt thing.]

I want more and more salt. [...just hit him or something]

If you were a girl I'd ask if you were having your per--

[No, you know what, censoring that.]

This seems... excessive. Has anything ever brought on a bout like this before?

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