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AAAAACCCEEEE!!!!!

[Hark! It's the roar of an angry phoenix in pirate form.]

MY SHAMPOO?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Oh god it's even in my feathers! MY FEATHERS ACE!!! AHHH WHY'D YOU HAVE TO PICK RED?! Even raven black would have been better! I look like I hero-worship Shanks now! I swear when I find you Ace!

[For anyone getting a good look in the journal, Marco's hair has been badly dyed red, oh yeah and he looks every bit as ticked off as he sounds. Later on however, he'll be sporting a fedora to cover up that Akagami-wannabe look, and looking for hair dye remover. Or bleach. Or as a last resort, black hair dye. Anything's better than red with him. He will also be putting up posters: "Ever want to be a pirate? Join the Whitebeards! Limited time offer" though more on that later. And even more than that, a certain usually very blue bird will have a slightly red and purple tinge to his feathers for a little while. So not pleased. Still, he'll be around to help out any New Feathers or someone needing directions to town. And if anything, he arguably looks more like a traditional phoenix. Not that he wants that.]

[Later on that night when he stops trying to beat Ace to a pulp there will be a second very short post.]

Does anyone have hair dye remover, bleach, or something in black? I couldn't find any in the shop. Thanks, eh.

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[OHGOD. Yeah, Norma's not sticking around to let Marco beat her up, Norma's going to make the most hilarious "oh, shit" face and scramble to get out of his way.]

Whoa, jeez--hey! C'mon, it was just a joke! If you really kick me, you're gonna snap me in half! I'll come back and haunt you!

[Sufficiently pleased that he scared her, he stops and gestures a thumb to get in the shop, stroking his chin in thought.]

You would be pretty scary as a ghost, eh.

[You are the worst human being to have ever been born, Marco. And Norma's going to stomp her foot and stick out her tongue, blowing a raspberry in your direction.]

Yeah, and I'd drink your icy cold chicken blood! Cockatrice! [She dashes into the shop not a moment too soon. Man, Norma will hide between the aisles of clothes if she has to.]

You'd drink my blood?!

God, this is the worst hair color ever. Everyone keeps saying such morbid things today.

Yeah, you really shouldn't have. And... I don't think i should have, either. I'm sorry.

[He'll just. Get dressed. And leave.] I'll... go make lunch.

Oi Fireworks!

[Checking to make sure Ace hasn't left yet.]

[He was just about to walk out the door...] What?

[Chuckles quietly, as though amused by a joke he forgot to share.]

Love you brat.

[Time to finish up that shower.]

[His eyes go wide at first, but then he just smiles back.] I love you too, bro.

[Now to make lunch. Which will happen to be a lot of Marco's favorites.]

[Awww cutie. Best annoying little brat brother ever.]

[A happily blond Marco will be very amused by all of this when he gets out of the shower, hugging Ace lightly from behind and ruffling his hair.]

You are really determined to escape payback for the dye aren't you? [Sips his coffee.]

Looking forward to it! Horohorohoro...

Excellent, eh. I'll even give you a head's up that it'll probably be in a week or so.

Though at this rate, I might need to start plotting my next caper in advance.

[He turns his head around to face Marco, patting him on the head and grinning.]

Maybe. And... an apology for... that.

Mm-hm.

You've certainly lessened it anyway.

[Which is just as well because Marco's hitting a dry spell on something truly heinously creative.]

Then mission accomplished. [And he hands him a plate of some cucumber, apple slices, and a lovely veggie sandwich.]

Eat up, Marco.

[*u* Best food ever.]

Thanks, eh.

You have some too. Unless you want me to cook you something, then you can wait.

[Did you say something, he's busy eating.] Wha?

Never mind. [Chuckles.]

[After finishing stuffing his face a bit, he... well, starts coughing. Yeah, still a little sick.]

Ah... need water. [Now to get some. Or maybe look for something for his throat.]

[Hands him iced tea.]

Eat too fast or is that the cold?

[OOooh yes good. *u*] Cold. [He rubs his eyes a little.] Mm, damn thing.

Anything I can do? [Gets him more tea!]

[Poor Marco, you're going to get the cold shoulder for as long as Norma can last (which isn't long at all, but shut up). And instead, she throws a hat at him from where she was in the store. Think fast!

But after that, she's actually looking for some other things, like maybe a hoody he could wear instead of just a hat, and some things for herself, too - like a cute, ruffly top she holds to her chest and looks at with a thoughtful hum.]

[Grabs it and puts it on, also snagging sunglasses and trying to show off for Norma. He will make her laugh yet.]

[Ooh...close, but no cigar. The most Norma managed was a twitch of her lips into a tiny smirk - THIS IS HARD, OKAY - before she frowns again, and puts a hand on her hip. Nope, still not speaking to you, try harder.]

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