fierybluebird | Appointment Post 2.0 since the other is pretty full

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Appointment Post 2.0 since the other is pretty full

[Voice]
Hey, couldn't get to the comm right away, probably out kicking things. Since that doesn't last long, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as fast as I can, eh?

[Written]
Have a haiku.

There was a bluebird
Who was too busy for you
Leave me a message

[ooc: This post is a catch-all for threads that have to happen between posts. Start off with the Date & whether it's written/video/action in the comment bar and just start threadining.]

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[Marco just outright trembles. Shoulders down to his knees. He has never ever disappointed his Pops before, and there's a lot of rage wrapped up behind his deadpan facade about it. At whoever messed with his head, that he got his father back only to almost instantly fuck it up, and at himself for ever getting so far gone to do something that could disappoint his father. He hands his Pops the last bottle of sake, done up with a ribbon and apology card wordlessly.]

[Is this how Squardo felt but on a grander scale?]

Pops, I...

[He hangs his head, and grabs a seat, perching on the armrest of the couch, far away from his Pops as he doesn't even feel worthy to be next to him right then.]

I don't know what came over me. [He feels about two feet tall. Like he was a little kid that just used sharpie markers to decorate his Pops' walls without thinking about it. His shoulders quiver. He has to be strong. Has to be.] I... You know that wasn't me.

[He gulps and wants to curl in on himself. With anyone else he'd have turned into a bird by now to get away from it even just a little, but he respected his father too much to hide like that. He'd face it like a man. He'd lost control and if Whitebeard hadn't saved him he'd have gone a lot more overboard. Even now his Pops was always saving him.]

I-I'm sorry Pops. [His voice breaks, which is fitting, because he feels like the rest of him is about to.]

[Newgate takes the sake, placing it next to him, not even opening the card. Marco wasn't trying to be a kiss ass, he wouldn't do that in a situation like this. All he does is listen in silence, occasionally glancing to his side for a scant few seconds to look at Marco. It honest to god hurt his heart to see him like this, far more than any disease ever could.

But it had to be done. Marco had to go through this, even if this wasn't his fault in the slightest. At the moment, Newgate doesn't even care, and when Marco finishes, his father reaches and arm over and pulls his son in a crushingly tight hug. There are no words. None are needed, the hug should be enough.]

[Marco just lets himself be buried in the hug, hiding his face in Whitebeard's chest and stops the tears threatening to well up on him. There was still a lump in his throat and he couldn't speak back yet. Words weren't enough anyway. More than anything he worried his Pops wouldn't be able to trust or look at him the same way again, and like Squardo, he wanted to prove he could be trusted the same as ever. And that, he wouldn't fuck up.]

[For a while, there's nothing but silence between the two of them. Newgate is still trying to figure out how to word things so Marco will understand his dad isn't upset at this Marco. He doesn't exactly think the Marco he fought with is the same as this one right in front of him. He rubbed Marco's back, just as if he were a scared child trying to find comfort.]

I'm not mad at you. And I'm not disappointed in you. It wasn't your fault, not a single bit of it.

Pops....

[Hugs tightly.] I wasn't... you know I wasn't... [Just leans against him still appreciating the closeness and everything about Whitebeard, his father, that made him safe again.]

I'm still sorry. I don't think I've ever been mad at you before and it was so weird. And awful. [A shiver.] Never again. Never.

If I'm hear one more apology coming out of your mouth, I'm going to kick your ass.

[He gives him a little squeeze to tighten the hug, a low hum at the back of his throat like he's thinking of something.] It's over and done, and you're back to you. That's all that matters.

[Laughs weakly and keeps leaning against Papa's chest.]

Okay, okay Pops. [Snuggles happily.]

I wish I knew what happened though, eh.

[Yeah, just stay where he can hold you.] They messed with your head. And I'm sure as hell not going to forgive them for that.

[Grunts quietly.]

But who.

My guess? Those damn scientists people keep talking about.

Not their style.

Mah, I'm sorry Pops, I know you don't like the mochi much, but it looks like they'll be staying... I helped scare off the puni they were being cornered by.

What is their "style"?

I don't like either of them. Promise me you won't get involved anymore.

The world blows up around them and they haphazardly remember to tell us to move out or get our asses handed to us by the end of the world. Or need help or something. Messing with people's head for the monsters? Not really entertaining enough for them.

Aye, Pops, I promise. My sister Sora likes them, they keep her company, but she yelled at me for the punis too, eh? [Rubs the back of his neck and just winds up hugging Whitebeard hard again and mumbling yet another apology.]

Maybe it could've been the actual mochi and puni, then.

[He smiles, rubbing Marco's head, then giving him a quick kiss on the top of it.] Good. I'm glad you're agreeing with me on that.

It's possible. Monsters around here usually have something extra for defense and they were genuinely at war. I can't really blame them for wanting help. Either side.

[Happy tsun blushes at the head rubs and kisses.] I... I don't recall disagreeing with you ever before that. [So many mixed feelings there again.]

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Appointment Post 2.0 since the other is pretty full

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