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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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[Yup. That was dumb. Even Marco can tell that was really really REALLY dumb. Ace isn't the one he wants to be kissing anyway so why is he? And Ace is clearly a little bit traumatized. Mission accomplished? What the hell kind of fail big brother is he? Best? No. He's the worst.]

Okay. [Wipes his mouth.] Now you win.

[Perfectly deapdan, but seriously. He needs to draw better lines for himself not to cross.]

Let's agree to never speak of or do this again, eh.

[And then Ace never wanted to do gay chicken ever again. He just sat there, still red as a tomato, and holding a hand over his mouth.]

How in the hell is that winning? [Just. Fuck his life.] We're never doing either of those again. Ever.

[He just holds his head in his hands, frustrated.] We were seriously one step away from fucking.

[Shudders in spite of himself.]

I'm sorry. [It seemed like a thing to say.]

I still wouldn't have gone that far. [No offense Fireworks.]

But aye that was... [Rubs his ears and gets back in the shower.] Something we're never speaking of again. [Nods... and gargles. They had pretty much run out of room to up the ante, hadn't they? HM.]

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.]

[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!]

[He shakes his head.] No, I think I'll be-- [zzzzzzzzzzz he just fell asleep in his chair.]

[Laughs and makes sure Ace is leaning enough back not to be in any danger and cleans up the dirty dishes.]

[You do that, he'll just be here in his chair, mumbling.] Mm... pass th'booze, Curiel...

[Hands him a wineglass of Sangria.]

[Psh, he can smell that shit in his sleep.] No. Don't want that stuff...

[He mumbles more.] Wanna drink sake w'th Pops...

You say that like you could keep up with Pops. [Scoffs and fetches him a choko of sake.] That's all you get because I'm not even sure you can drink it safely like this. Then again I've watched Shanks manage to drink bottles in his sleep so I won't doubt your skills.

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