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[fierybluebird]

Hey. This weather doesn't seem to be letting up at all. And I'm getting pretty worried about any fine-feathered friends out there. [Which thanks to filial wings, could be everybody. Though knowing Marco...]

The wind is bad enough, but this shit sticks in feathers, okay? So if there's anyone outside who needs a warm place, stop by CH 3, room 40. I put a lantern outside the window, just tap if you want in.

And I stocked up sunflower seeds.

[It should also be noted that coming from the New World, Marco expects the ice storm to be pure hell, so his worries are perfectly legit in a place where spoilers: there can be lightning rain, half an island on fire, half of it frozen solid, and so on and so forth.]

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[hiken_ace]

[Well, Ace ran out to the store to get a few more supplies to last through this shitty weather, but well... fire and ICE FRICKING COLD RAIN don't mix. He keeps the bag under his coat, but the rain drips on his face, causing steam to rise off his skin. He shudders, and just slams into the apartment room, and immediately shuts the door.]

Ow ow, shit it's freezing cold rain... oi! Marco! I got hot chocolate, coffee, and a bunch of other stuff for soup. [He hangs up his coat, dripping wet from the rain, and shuddering every now and then. Yeah, he's kinda cold.]

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[fierybluebird]

Yay soup!

[This is muffled by the giant jacket he is curled up under, with more thermoses of soup, tea, and matchsticks. And a lantern and a book. Of course. Finally he makes his way out of the jacket fort and peers up at Ace.]

What kind? [Opens up a spot for Ace to join him, fiery blue wing at the ready to help warm him up.]

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[hiken_ace]

[He turns to face Marco, and can't help but chuckle a little. He begins unpacking everything, putting it all on the counter.]

I got... miso, vegetable, beef, and tomato. Anything you want me to start making now?

[He says despite that wing looking very warm and inviting. He shivers a little, and pushes his wet hair behind his face.]

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[fierybluebird]

Whoa... sweet.

No, I have thermoses. Besides in the cans, you can just eat them up with your flames and then we can crack them open. [That's totally healthy. Let's hope they aren't actually made of tin.] Get under here. We can tell ghost stories. oooOOOooh.

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[hiken_ace]

Let's just hope we don't melt the cans. [Okay, just going to tackle you and get under there.] Sorry if I get your wings wet, but holy damn it's warm.

[he is going to snuggle shamelessly into you now because WARMTH. *-*] Ghost stories can wait.

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[fierybluebird]

[Laughs and wraps wings around him. DAW cute Ace fire-bro.]

That bad out huh?

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[hiken_ace]

Freezing rain and ice isn't good on fire at all. [DUDE, YOUR FLAMES KICK ASS, he is just going to stay here forever mmmmm.]

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[fierybluebird]

I'm worried about feathers... Not mine. Others.

[Because good luck getting Marco outside right now. He will stay in a phoenix form and chirp cutely even if you carry him until someone takes pity on the poor bird being tortured. Not. Going. Out.]

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[hiken_ace]

Yeah, I heard. [Gestures to his journal.] I can go looking for some, if you want.

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[fierybluebird]

No, it's all right. I'm not sending you back out in it either. But you know how badly trees get fucked up in this...

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[hiken_ace]

[He glances up at him.] Are you sure? I can tell how worried you are.

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[fierybluebird]

Yeah... there hasn't really been much by way of big storms here before, eh?

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[hiken_ace]

Nothing like this. The most we've had it just snow. And hell, we could play in that. This is just shitty ice.

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[fierybluebird]

Aye. Snow's not so bad, ice I could do without.

[Another distant look, as Marco worries about Joz and his arm and is all too keenly reminded of Aokiji. Still he gets over it quickly and snuggles up warmly around Ace.]

They'll be okay. [Somehow talking about more than just the birds.]

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[hiken_ace]

I tried to just burn it away, but the rain kept dousing my flames. It sucked.

[He snuggles closer too, pulling the blanket close and stealing his thermos to sip some soup. Mmmm it's warm.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Cheers up from Ace snuggles. Mm... warm brother.]

Eh, they'll be fine... or get a message through. Got enough supplies?

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[hiken_ace]

[Bros are warm. Herp derp.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I got as much as I could.

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[fierybluebird]

[Yup.]

So on a regular night it'd last an hour, but for this you'll hold out, eh?

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[hiken_ace]

Oh, very funny. [He'd shove you. But that requires moving. And possibly losing his warmth. FUCK THAT.]

I can just run to the store real quick and get more if we need it.

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[fierybluebird]

[Grins.] All right, all right. [Switches to a bird and lays on his back.] But then you'd be wet again.

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[hiken_ace]

[Nooo, his warmth. Fine, he'll lay down next to you and rub your belly. He shrugs.]

It'd be fine, I just have to run fast.

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[fierybluebird]

[Guh. Melting.]

I'm pretty sure that's not how rain works Ace.

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[hiken_ace]

I meant if I ran fast enough, I wouldn't get that wet. [More rubs and scratches.]

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[fierybluebird]

Like I said. Rain doesn't work that way. [Melt melt melt.]

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[hiken_ace]

The less time I spend in it, the less wet I'll be. 'S all I'm saying.

[More pets for the birdie. And snuggles.]