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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Mm. [Gently pets her head as soothingly as he can.] Ace tried to bring a little of that here for me, and I want to do the same for him.

[Home. What does that really mean sometimes? Where the heart is. Marco's serious when he tells Ace his home is in Luceti, because Ace is there. Sabo's there. Marco's heart is in it. Still, a way to bring a bit of home to Nami in Luceti?]

Having people around me helped, but I don't know if it would go the same way for her. Maybe card games or a means to have some freedom to do something like she'd do back in our world?

[Card games? A means to have some freedom? Robin is not sure how the first one would help or how to even attain the second. For the most she can gather, the biggest problem with Nami is Luceti itself. She has been here so long. It's grinding her down. Eating her away. Robin would take away the precise cause if she could but she doesn't know what it is. Loss? Plain fatigue? She heaves a sigh. She's beginning to wonder if she actually knows Nami as well as Marco seems to think she does.

She gives a cat like shrug instead, resting her head in her paws again, the tip of her tail twitching with indecision]

Maybe it'd just help to try to give her a break from the Malnosso and restore a sense of stability, eh? If nothing else, it helps to know people have your back.

[Gently pets her ears.] Speaking from experience, even having almost strangers pay their respects to Pops was pretty touching.

[She thinks on this. Perhaps it is possible that just being there will be enough. Or, if not enough, something. Better than nothing. She twitches her ears and lifts her head as Marco speaks of Whitebeard.

After a moment, she jumps off his chest to get her ink and paper and writes]

I would like to pay respects.

[She would have liked to have met him. There were so many fascinating people to meet, all of whom died too soon. But at least his legacy survives.]

Some day, eh? His grave is with Ace's, so that no one ever forgets they were father and son. So I've no doubt your captain will want to come see it when he can.

[And for Luceti... well April 6th is when Marco needs it the most, since that's Whitebeard's birthday.]

[She nods and moves the paper to his chest so she can settle comfortably there and write but...finds she has nothing to say. Though something does occur to her and she writes it carefully before pushing the paper at him with a paw]

I hope to meet you as well. Even if I don't remember you.

[Kisses her head.]

Won't that be exciting? I get to try to seduce you all over again.

Hmm. Is it really possible to fall for a Pineapple twice?

[Probably. But it would be a challenge and she wonders now what he'd do. She wonders how she could run. How they would flirt and tease outside of this place and into the open sea with nakama and dreams and the New World. Her fur ruffles at the thought]

[Laughs and picks her up over his head, because he's evil and this is what he does with his loved ones when they're smaller than him. And with that he cheerfully kisses her nose and nuzzles against the whiskers.] It can be both testing my luck and my destiny, eh?

[But he sets her down so she can write again should she wish.]

[Well one thing about being human that she's looking forward to is not being so easily picked up. She imagines it's a natural impulse so leaves it alone for now but it's beginning to get a little irritating that he can do that whenever he wants. She licks some fur back into place and licks her nose as well.]

Let's hope your luck holds out. [In more than one way]

Then again, who knows if we'll even be the same people when we meet. The New World still seems so far away

I'm luckier than I thought possible so far.

Mah, Robin, you're not worried, are you?

[She thinks about this for a moment, washing herself absently.]

No. Whatever happens we have today, ne?

[And then after a thought]

Turn into a bird

Indeed. It's thrilling, no?

[Switches into a phoenix and cocks his head to the side curiously. Honestly as a cat she does make him a little wary like this. Bird and all. She's totally going to pounce him isn't she... oh his god.]

My love? [Whistled of course.]

[Maaybe she is. Maybe she isn't. He's so beautiful this way. Even more so than before. Everything is alive and flickering. Shifting. Continually burning. It raises the fur on her back, partly in some primordial cat fear partly in pure burning interest. She stalks around him in circles, her eyes taking in every aspect of his form.]

[He flicks his tail nervously at first. It's a little intimidating to be stalked by a cat and it makes him that much more keenly aware of how even like this she always seems to have the upper hand. Still, he intimately trusts her, more than he's even willing to realize himself, just enough to know it runs that deep, so soon enough, the tail flicks switch to happy swishes.]

You're like a little panther, eh? I love your eyes like this too. Same Robin, windows to your heart~

[Stop the tail swishing.

bat.

She can't help but want to bat it.

bat. bat.

and it's very distracting.

Still she pulls enough of herself in to stop and you might see her come around to your front, settling back for a pounce. What do?]

[Swish swish swish.]

[He birdie grins at the pouncing pose. Obviously he doesn't intend to move. And besides, it's kind of thrilling. Yeah, he likes it. Must be a masochist after all.]

[It wouldn't have mattered because she pounces him from behind. The cat in front bursting into petals before he hits the bed]

[asdkljasldkjaskldj]

[And he flumps forward, sprawled out on the bed with a cat on top of him.]

Cheater. Pirate.

[It literally could not have been said more lovingly.] You're going to have to tell me how the feather flames taste. I'm curious.

[She purrs and feels a little touch of victory. This is fun. She takes the back of his neck in her mouth and drags him further up on the bed before settling down on his pillows and grooms the yellow flames on his head.]

*Tasty* [She says in modified for cat bird language]

[He can't quell the shiver at all of that. The purr, the cat completely dominating him (really he should stop allowing that, but he can't seem to bring himself to move either...) and then the half whistle half cat-growl. Yup just a little unnerving.]

O-oh. That's good to know.

[Nudges affectionately with his head.]

[He seems afraid. Or unsettled at the very least. Perhaps because she is a cat but she finds it delicious.]

*afraid?*

[She wraps a paw around his neck to keep it in place and starts grooming the feathers there with quiet patience.]

Aha... Nervous. But it is exciting too, eh?

Thrilling.

[But yes, a little nerve-wracking all the same, and there's not much he can do about it. Simply enjoy the excitement and try to relax in spite of how every single nerve seems primed to alert him to the danger of cat mouths and predators. It's weird to ignore instincts. And part of the excitement at the same time.] Like doing something you know is very dangerous. All my instincts are setting off alarm bells, but because it is you... [Attempts a shrug, though it's extra hard from this position, especially with his birdie instincts nearly going haywire.]

[Fortunately (?) for him, this prompts her to respond and she leaves momentarily to get her paper. She writes briefly before returning to his neck. The junction of his wing and shoulder, kneading softly with one paw.]

But I am dangerous. I hope I can keep my instincts under control, ne?

[But she's not entirely serious]

[That gets yet another shiver.]

O-oh. Do try to warn me if you can't, eh? Because by then it might be too late.

[God, he really shouldn't enjoy this so much. Most of his instincts are screaming at him to move, but the nerves themselves are just really enjoying the touch. And above else, cat paws or not, it's still Robin's hands and that always excites him.]

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