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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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Eh? Seriously?

[Doki doki...] I'm still going to try to fix it though. I hate looking like Shanks.

Shanks is rather handsome, what I've seen of him. You look nothing like him.

[There is not enough deadpan in all the world to cover up Marco's reaction to that. Just a giant OTL and falling over, burying his head in arms leaning on his counter. And then running the kitchen sink and dunking his head under it. This just sort of... spreads the red however. When he gets back, he's got a pineapple dish towel wrapped around his head. Isn't he charming?]

H-handsome? You think Shanks is handsome? [And yet he, Marco the phoenix is not?]

[Fuck his life.]

[That is an interesting reaction. It seems to upset him though she can't imagine why. Of course she thinks that Shanks is handsome but she thinks quite a few men are handsome]

Yes. Does that bother you?

[Her eyes are fixed on the towel, though. That is rather adorable in a disturbing way]

[Don't tell him that either, he'll get even more tsun and vaguely jealous. And put them on his kick list. At least Shanks can find ways to bounce on and off that list with accidental ease.]

No.... [Lying. LYING SO MUCH. Not even like good lying. This is obvious horrible lying. Luffy is the only worse liar than this.] Well, maybe a little. [Must find something reasonable and not thoroughly petty to trash talk Shanks on!] You know he likes to be purposely annoying to people, right? [While true, Marco is a troll too so this would be invalid if he just had a smidge more self-awareness. He just thinks he likes to joke around. Whereas Shanks isn't joking, he's just being annoying. On purpose. That fiend. Because that's not a form of joking around at all, nope.]

Besides, you like his red hair and not mine? At least mine has nuance and depth! [... Don't even ask how that makes sense, Marco's not sure either, he's just going to bullshit this.]

Edited 2012-07-11 06:57 (UTC)

The red makes you look ridiculous. [As was already pointed out] And I can't say much for his personality but handsomeness is not always based on how a person acts.

[After all, handsome bastards are still handsome. Though in that case she's more inclined to snap their necks than admire them]

Don't be jealous. It doesn't suit you. [And it's faintly annoying.]

[Huffs.] I'm not--

[Clicks his teeth shut for bit to buy himself time to not say something extra stupid. He's already got feathers full of red, a pineapple towel on his head and an urge to kick Shanks in the face with no explanation. Yup, now's a good time to cool it. There's a small flicker of emotions, but they're slammed behind a deadpan mask faster than you can say "Akagami."]

Edited 2012-07-11 07:11 (UTC)

So what other men do you find handsome?

[... That might be masochism, but he asks purely as if it's just a matter of heading off to Grell's beauty salon and applying the correct traits. Either way, answering might not be the wisest idea. If that stops anything]

[How frustrating]

Don't ask such a foolish question. It doesn't matter. Do you really think I'm so concerned about appearances?

[Instantly grins, eyes dancing in amusement.]

I'm certain you aren't, or you wouldn't be with me.

[No one wearing a pineapple dishtowel on their head should be allowed to be this cocky. It needs to be a rule.]

[And what is with this smile? This mood? The statement?]

What makes you assume that I don't find you handsome? I merely said you don't look like Shanks.

[Blinks and he's confused. Well she also called Shanks handsome, which was more distressing... but Marco's not handsome. Cocky, pretty as a phoenix, and he's got other qualities, but...]

[He hops up to grab a seat on the counter, perching there and swinging his legs a little. Old habits die hard and preferring heights is one he'll never get rid of, especially with such tall family members to land on.]

Do you?

Besides somehow I think "murdered pineapple" implies other things, eh?

[Relaxes back, leaning against some of his cabinets and losing a lot of the joking around dramatics, letting slip a genuine softer grin show through.]

I just figured it didn't matter, eh.

[Unspoken: That he trusted she liked him, and for very different reasons.]

[You're very frustrating. She's annoyed at your mood swing. She can't tell if you do care or don't. But she will try to calm down as she realizes distantly it's a faintly silly thing to be annoyed over]

I don't prefer you with red. But even if it were irreversible I would get used to it.

[And tease you about shaving you bald for the amusement of it. Despite her assurances her voice is fairly chilled]

I'm grateful for that. [Truly a soft glance before looking away.] I do truly hate it though. I'm going to get it fixed.

What are your feelings on black? I've done that before, but it was after Thatch died. [Not that he exactly did it again after Pops died, but he's had other reasons for that.]

Hey Robin, you know I'd like you the same no matter what, right? [Even as a tall scruffy gruff marine after all.]

[You are just completely impossible. The irritation is fading and that in itself is irritating because she doesn't like to be manipulated. Except that this is sincerity.]

Still, give her a moment. She'll be looking away for a bit, trying to gather her thoughts and if you were anyone else, perhaps, it wouldn't matter as much]

I prefer blond. I'm not fond of change as a rule. But black is far better than red.

[She is not sure what to do with the other statement. She knows it and knows what it implies but she just isn't ready to look at it right now. There is still too much...] Likewise. After all, there are always wigs.

[And though her voice might sound a little hard, she's teasing]

[Laughs.] Or a hat.

Mah, but I always feel like I'm falling into hats. I'm not sure if that's because my brothers are too big, my head's too small, or a bird thing.

All right, I'll find a hair dye remover or bribe or threaten someone into making me one. No matter what, eh. [All bold determination again.]

Not a hat. [She considers this a moment] Unless it is green and spiked. [Since he would authentically look more pineapply that way if nothing else. Her mood eases further at your obvious determination.]

If you need help I can always break someone in half. [And she is mostly serious about this, but not entirely, and certainly not above grabbing offending parties by the balls]

[Pauses and just confused.] Green--? [Before he winds up laughing in spite of himself.] What about one of those fruit hats? Festive and practical for ferrying food at the same time.

[Beams~] You know, that's the best offer I've had all day. I knew there was a reason I like you so much.

[She laughs softly in spite of everything. The mental image alone]

Perhaps. But I worry if Luffy spotted you, you'd wind up missing both a hat and a head and I'm not sure what I'd do without that mouth of yours.

[As for the second statement. She flips her hair over her shoulder]

You like me because you're a masochist. [She smiles] and that's why I like you.

Somehow losing my head whole to a fruit-hungry D seems like one of the more unpleasant ways to die. If just for the tombstone. "He lost his head over fruit. One time too literally."

[Grins, ~~checking her out from the hair flip. Hey it's reflex.~~ And he hums something softly, eyes dancing in amusement again as he tries to settle on a good quip to return it with. In any case, she's definitely right. Though that's only one of a thousand reasons.] So long as we're a perfect pair with it. Just remind me to set a safety word later. Then again, I always did prefer to live dangerously. [Kidding? Serious? Some crazy combination of both? Who knows.]

You've lost your head over fruit before?

[And then she smirks]

If you dance with the Mugiwara, you'd better be prepared to leave safety behind.

Oh yes. It the great pineapple smoothie debate of the 80s. Dreadful times they were. You couldn't walk into a decent bar without the coconut cultists demanding that pina coladas be replaced with coconut drinks only. [Perfectly deadpan (of course.) Did you learn about that in your history books Robin? Some things just get lost to time... Also Marco stop pretending/being so old.]

Oh~? [If that was meant to be a deterrent, it failed spectacularly.] I've been known to dance with death before. And do the Mugiwara family do some literal dancing too?

[You've lost her completely, though she imagines you're teasing. Still...]

Perhaps. But are you sure your hip is up to it, old man?

Oi oi, you should see these hips do the Samba. [He's not gay, honestly.]

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