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[Hello Luceti. Hanging out around the Library? Item shop? Food shop? Pretty much wherever you are, you might spot a certain insane poster and the pirate putting it up. All right, who let Marco have some art supplies? Well you're all about to be punished for it, because even if you're a recluse, he makes sure to post it on the journal too.]

[In a purely deadpan tone Marco switches to showing off a plate of cookies.] Join. We have cookies.

And can anyone tell me about their world's sports? Is Hit & Dead Ball or Dodgeball universal, what about Red and Green Light? If we had a games tournament here, what games would everyone like to see in it? And what kind of rewards?

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[Dokidoki.]

[He is SERIOUSLY resisting the urge to just call her right now.]

How's right now?

[Oh did I say he was resisting? No. He failed that. Way to not look overeager Marco. Totally.]

[She laughs softly] You're not very good at playing hard to get, are you? But I suppose, if you want. Just let me shower first.

What's the fun of hard to get if I already know what I want?

Hai~

[That'll give him time to take one as well.] Would you like to go for coffee or perhaps the garden?

Or something else entirely?

Touche.

[And she's not sure how much she would chase at any rate since she rather likes being pursued. As for where to go]

The garden, I think. I have seeds to plant, ne? [And she gives you a fond smile]

Aye.

Meet you over there~?

Yes. But don't take too long or I might leave without you.

[Though, most likely, she'll make you wait-- at least a little]

Sure thing!

[Oh. He will be over there so damn fast. But it's okay, he brought a book. That said, she'll still find him on his back in phoenix form lazily watching clouds.]

[She will be a while longer. If only because, apparently, she takes more care in the shower than you. But once she sees you, hands will sprout from the earth and attempt to tickle you wherever she can find a spot]

[Oh his gosh, noez! Not tickling! Okay, it's totally okay she doesn't know he's ticklish, if he can just hold his breath--]

[.........]

[And he loses the game falling into peals of birdie laughter and rolling around.]

[Amusing, and entirely too cute. She doesn't quite want to stop. She does, however, after a while and crouches beside him, resting her cheek on her hand]

Having fun?

[Flomps his head in her lap and just tries to breathe. A little winded.]

It's hard to breathe like that, eh.

[So perfectly deadpan composed you could swear he wasn't having a giggle fit seconds earlier.]

[True, but he was, and it's not something she's going to forget soon. She'll hold onto that for now though and lightly trail her fingers over his head]

When you're laughing, does breathing matter?

[Leans into the fingers and tilts his neck up for another hand.]

Perhaps~

But it's not as fun if I can't make you laugh in return.

I suppose you'll have to try harder, then.

[But she's teasing since you're amusing just as you are. Still, it would be interesting to see what you do. And as to the unspoken request, she'll add several hands, soothing and scratching and stroking, to see what will make you the most relaxed]

[Oh god, he's just in heaven. He had meant to help her garden, or at least try to make her laugh, but this is too good to focus on those things so he just winds up melting and rolling onto his back again. Anything under his chin and on the inside of his neck will turn him the most to putty.]

Harder is easy enough, but I don't think you'd be impressed by bird jokes, eh.

Impressed or not, I'd like to hear them.

[She's amused just watching you melt like this and so she'll continue her work, experimenting to find just the right places and you'd better believe she will.]

[O-oh. Okay. That one right there? That might make him coo a little. God help him, NO ONE ELSE EVER is allowed to see this. They are all banned.]

So a duck walks into a bar, and he says, "You got any grapes?" [There's a bit of a Daffy Duck accent to this because that is how the joke goes.]
At first the bartender is astounded at meeting a talking duck and having him show up but he soon replies, "I'm sorry no, this is a bar, we only serve alcohol here."
So out the duck waddles. The next day he returns again and asks, "You got any grapes?"
The bartender is a little more confused by this. "What? You again? No. I told you yesterday, we only serve alcohol."

[Give Marco a moment for a small pause as he melts into a blue phoenix puddle. Man staying composed and thinking like this is hard.]

The duck waddles out again. Next morning though, same thing. "You got any grapes?"
"No," the bartender says, "We never gave grapes. This is a bar. The only grapes we have are wine and ducks can't drink that."
Well, this continues for awhile, and the bartender gets more and more frustrated. He throws a bottle at him eventually losing his patience and says for the duck to never come back, but still he returns. Day after day, "You got any grapes?"
Finally the bartender's had enough. He tells the duck, "If you come back in here again looking for grapes I'm going to take a hammer and nail your feet to the wall and make you hang there."
The next morning the duck comes back. The bartender scowls, about to resign himself to fate when the duck asks "You got any nails?"
"No, of course not, it's a bar, all we have is alcohol," he says like he's said a million times.
"Oh good," the duck beams. "You got any grapes?"

[A rather impetuous duck. She likes his spirit and his straightforwardness. It reminds her a little of something Luffy would do and now she imagines him as a member of Alabasta's Duck Squad, hat and all.]

I would have found some other way to nail his feet to the floor. Or perhaps have Sanji prepare a Duck la'orange.

[She says this with a straight face, though her hands remain gentle and sure]

[Robin! Marco manages not to look completely horrified, but it come close.]

Ah... I always wondered why the bartender didn't just get some grapes.

[He is so torn between wary of those hands or not now.]

[she notices the tension and blinks, letting go. Did she say something wrong?]

I suppose so. Anyway, it was just a joke.

[She murmurs the last part. She's not very good at genuinely funny ones]

[He leans up and gives her a quick phoenix kiss. He does love her morbid sense of humor, he just gets twitchy about birds, and eggs. In any case, he can't stand seeing her sad.]

Come on, we've got a garden to work on, eh?

Edited 2012-08-12 05:28 (UTC)

Mm.

[Though she is a bit out of sorts since she still isn't sure what she said. Cruelty toward ducks, perhaps? There are weeds to pull in the patch she wants to plant lavender so she sets a line of hands at work to the task as she thinks about this]

Tell me another? [She might sound somewhat apologetic. She really does want to hear but at the same time she wonders if this will help bring things back on an even keel]

[Grins at her and switches back to human to hold one of her hands as he starts deweeding.]

A man went into a bar and said to the bartender, "If you give me free drinks all night, I will entertain your customers so much they will stay all night and drink lots and lots."
"Oh yes," says the bartender. "How are you going to do that?"
The man gets a hamster out of his pocket and puts it on the piano. The hamster runs up and down the keyboard playing the greatest piano music anyone had ever heard.
"That's incredible!" says the bartender. "Have you got anything else?"
The man gets a parrot out of his other pocket and puts it on the bar. The hamster begins to play the piano again and the parrot sings along - sounding just like Pavarotti. Everyone in the bar is amazed and stayed all night drinking and listening to the hamster and parrot. The bartender is delighted. "I must have these animals. Will you sell them to me?" he asks. The man shook his head no. "Will you sell just one then?" asks the bartender.
"OK, I'll sell you the parrot for 10,000 berri" the man says. The bartender is delighted and hands over the money.
Another man standing next to the man who owned the hamster said, "You're a bit stupid selling that clever parrot for only 10,000 berri".
"No I'm not," the man replied. "The hamster is a ventriloquist"!!!

Edited 2012-08-12 05:40 (UTC)

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