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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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[He still wasn't used to communicating in a physical sense, but with Marco it felt like he could learn. Try. One or both of those. And so Marco's question would only just barely get out before Japan kisses him deeply. Even his salt temptations can be put on hold for now. He didn't want to let go of Marco.]

[His eyes widen, but then after the surprise fade, he instantly melts, kissing back, and wraps his arms around Japan's neck, finally closing his eyes and enjoying it. Love you too Bushido.]

[He still doesn't understand how his old heart can still beat so fast at these things, but it's nothing bad. Quite the opposite, in fact. He leans into the kiss, fingers curling just under Marco's ears.

To close his eyes like this and be able to feel so complete. Japan still wonders if this is allowed, or if this was just the beginning of some horrible ending. There he was being morbid again, though. But in this moment, he isn't concerned with anything but the now, and as unlike him as it is... He likes it.]

[Marco doesn't want to let go or break the kiss at all. It seems like a beautiful fragile bubble that if poked will burst and then the moment will be over. He holds onto the kiss as long as he can, savoring the emotions in knowing he has a future, in knowing there's hope for it all, and that Japan is there by his side. That even if he nakama fall, there's one who won't other than him. That no matter what, someone needs him to be as he is, loves him for who he is. It's a feeling he never wants to let go. The salty taste, soft pouty lips, the feel of Japan's warm breath, small body against his, even those are nearly lost in just the desire to hold this moment for all eternity.]

[It's really nice... Letting go and falling into these raw emotions. His hands slid from where they were to the sides of Marco's arms, and he leaned a little closer still. Of course... One of the many faults of a high sodium diet is he's having a little trouble breathing quite so regularly. But he holds it out for as long as he can before moving aside to bury his face in Marco's shoulder with a heavy breath for air.

The rush of feelings is hardly gone, though, and so he just stays like that.]

[He stays leaning close, petting black raven hair and holding his eyes closed to keep savoring the moment.]

Ah... did you want to... [And now Japan's shyness is affecting him.] I mean... I didn't return the favor yet. [Nibbles an ear affectionately again.]

[He blushes into that shoulder. Even if Marco's shy about saying that too, it's still forward to Japan.]

...Return? Ah, that...

Your call. [Attempts to kiss down Japan's cheeks but he can't reach, so he just strokes his hair soothingly once more.]

[And now he has the mission of getting the right message across without being blunt.]

...We are still on the couch...

We can go anywhere you want. Bedroom? [Bathroom? And he holds onto Japan's hand, drawing soothing circles with his thumb.] Or I could ah... do something else for you. [What does THAT mean?]

[Agkfdgjdf. He's sitting back up now but is red... Still. What does that mean?]

...I don't understand what Marco means.

[Whispers in his ear.] I could give you a ride... and not as a phoenix.

[Although the after thought sort of comment adds a bit of unnecessary bluntness to it, his reaction is to turn red without a word. Choices, on top of it all... And he was too old for all this excitement in one day. Though he's sure if he says that out loud the excitement level will somehow find a way to increase. He's not sure that he minds it though.

So rather than openly deciding anything, he'll just slowly slip away from Marco to stand and take the dishes from the crackers and tea.... And the empty salt shaker yes.]

Ah... I will take care of this first... [And then he's turning to do that as fast as he can, so to free himself from the embarrassment for a moment.]

[Which is fine. Marco will just... steal a quick shower to give Japan time to decide. Yup.]

[YOU EXPECT HIM TO DECIDE THINGS no okay this is what he will do. Clean everything, notice Marco is in the shower, and go to sit formally on the edge of the bed. He just keeps his hands on his lap as he thinks about it all.

The fact that he's happy with Marco, and that he's able to have this sort of thing. That Marco seems somehow pleased by him as well. That they have come this far already, and he was able to help a bit in dealing with Ace leaving... And even that he's dealing with a really strange urge for salt. Yup. The things on Japan's mind are fabulous.]

[And speaking of fabulous: Marco comes out as a sparkly phoenix, carrying his clothes and sandals in his beak before putting them in the laundry and the belt on the bureau. Then he switches back to a naked human.]

Yo. Decide what you want? [His fingers are on the drawers in case he needs to grab some other clothes.]

[He shows an expression of brief surprise before turning his head so not to stare. Honestly...]

Ah... I have to decide? [No, he knows by now that that's been made clear. It's just difficult for him, and he'll try to find any way around it that he can. At least while waiting for the chance to make a vague enough suggestion in the right direction. Not that the direction so much mattered in this case... It was Marco after all.]

Ah... if you'd like I could try to take your choice away. I'm just not sure if that would be as fun.

[Comes and joins him on the bed.]

[Fun, is it... He blushes and thinks about this for a moment. Really, this is like deciding a whole bunch of things at once! How to do things! Or something. Sure.

So what does he... enjoy? That's not something he usually gets to ask himself.]

Ah... One of my hobbies is sensing the mood. [So if they both can do that in the way he's meaning right now... Yeah he'd like that.] What about Marco?

Sometimes I need good clues or I tend to mix it up. [By which means, not get it backwards, but do both. Like mixing a drink.]

So I ask myself, what would Bushido like? I worry about getting it wrong though. Even when I can sense the atmosphere, it doesn't point me the right direction. [Starts nibbling down Japan's neck and licking lower suggestively.]

[So he needed to be clear, but it was okay to be clear through subtlety. That's what was meant, right? He was okay with that... Japan's still wearing his kimono, blushing at Marco's actions.

He places a hand on Marco's arm, welcoming rather than anything else, and leans a little into that.]

...That is like asking which season I enjoy the most. [When in fact, he enjoys the changing of them and the beauty of each. Yes... But he brings his free hand to the side of Marco's face and neck.] Ah, but, I can try to be more clear...

Mm-hm. I know how it is... to like everything you do, eh? And then it's like trying to roll a die in your head. But all the options turn out good.

So you can guide me however you want. [Keeps sliding down Japan's chest and undoes the kimono, gently sliding fingertips along the insides of Japan's thighs.]

[He shivers, either at the words or the fingertips or both, and breathes in slowly. To be allowed this type of control is interesting... He shifts just a tiny bit to get more on the bed than on the edge falling off.]

I will do my best.

Would you rather lay back or sit up? [Disrobes the kimono and slides the fingers up higher even as he shimmies down lower.]

[Oh, there's no way he can answer that out loud. Instead there's an embarrassed pause and as he slips out of the kimono, he shifts back even further onto the bed and lies back, looking to Marco quietly.]

[video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

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