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Let's All Go To The Movies

Who: Marco and Grell and anyone else who wants to join in/have a separate thread.
Where: In town, because Marco and Grell can both cheat to get there quickly and back XD
What: Watching a chocobo "movie" (or whatever you want to call it.) They might settle for a play, or races
Why: Because Marco's got nightmares and Grell is crazy.
Rating: Spoiler warnings for Marco just because, PROBABLY PG-13, I'll move up if something happens. (It's Grell and a pirate.)
OPEN! Just pop in and bring your own popcorn. Or steal some of Marco's. Whichever.

Really, to be fair, Marco didn't give a damn what Grell wore. He was a pirate after all. Half of the time, he just looked for excuses around campus to undo the buttons on his own shirt. And whether Grell was in the mood for skirts, pants, or a dress, it still didn't faze Marco. It was still going to be Grell underneath it all. The same cute red-head who'd just abruptly tried to kill him moments earlier and then in true kitten fashion was back to purring happily. Ah, romance on the high seas. Or the Garden. Whichever. "You ready?" the blond pirate asked hopefully for the tenth time.

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Grell thought that the father was being unfair in dashing his son's dreams. He frowned, thinking that no dream should be set aside for vegetables! He shook his head and sipped his drink, seeing that an opportunity came up for the wee chocobo while tending to the family farm.

Someone needed a letter delivered in a hurry, and there were no others around to do so. Wee chocobo kid took on the challenge and off he went! Grell paused in chewing the popcorn to watch the letter delivery unfold.

It was pretty obvious they'd picked a kid's show, but Marco was fine with that. Personally he wasn't so sure what was so special about racing that the kid couldn't stay home with his father, but whatever, to each their own. Marco idly rubbed his fingers over the top of Grell's hand.

Grell didn't even notice it was a children's movie, and wasn't about to stop watching either. That little chocobo was quite fast! Go, chocobo kid, go!

He felt those fingers over his hand and felt a tingle over his skin. It was just a simple gesture that probably wouldn't mean much to Marco, but it did to Grell. He smiled to Marco, somewhat bashfully (and he would deny ever doing so), before leaning his head on Marco's shoulders. Eventually, he did catch those idle fingers and laced them with his own.

Marco grinned impishly and instantly relaxed more, resting his head back against the red-head's and mentally noting that Grell could be pretty damn cute, really. At least when he wasn't killing trees and biting tails.

The chocobo faced a bunch of hurdles along the way, having to dodge monsters and run all the way around lakes. Hell, at this rate Marco was pretty sure it could just circumnavigate the world the way it was running.

Grell gave a mental squeal of delight before turning his attention back to the movie, circling a thumb lightly in the palm of Marco's hand idly.

Those monsters seemed awfully powerful for that chocobo, who wasn't a kid anymore. Those scrawny legs from before were gone, and now it was his moment to shine at those annual races. The chocobo couldn't forget his family, and raced to win the prize money for their farm.

"D'awww..." Grell munched on popcorn at the touching cause.

Watching Grell almost more than the movie, Marco grinned at his response and lightly squeezed the hand, before going back to looking as deadpan as ever, whatever he thought of the movie lost in his unreadable face.

Grell looked over to Marco, returning the squeeze, before whispering. "Are you enjoying the movie?" It was so hard to tell with such super stoic features.

Marco nodded and pet Grell's hair. "It's touching," he whispered softly in the red-head's ear. "You~?" he nuzzled his nosed against Grell's ear affectionately.

"Surprisingly it is," Grell smiled at the affection lavished on him, turning to Marco. "Very much so~." He leaned in to place a kiss on the side of the other's lips before nuzzling his chin.

A grin at the kiss, and Marco nuzzled back lightly, making sure to keep the hand entwined with Grell's smoothly running over the top. "Glad you like it," he kept grinning and pushed back a few strands of the unruly red hair.

Hums softly at the nuzzling, leaning into the hand that tucked back those loose strands of hair a bit before going back to leading his head on Marco's shoulder in content.

The movie ended with the chocobo winning the race by a photo finish, getting the prize money and returning to the family farm. After a few years, the farm became famous because of the chocobo and it grew into a lucrative Ghsahal Greens farm, making speedy deliveries with their fleet of chocobo racers. The lights came back on slowly when the movie credits finished.

"That was a great movie, even though there was a lack of blood." Grell was surprised he enjoyed it.

Marco chuckled softly, tickling Grell under the chin. "Really that fond of the color red?" he joked, playing with the red strands again.

"It seems that you are, too," Grell grinned, squeezing the hand softly.

"Only sometimes," Marco grinned. "I have a penchant for blue flames after all. Guess if we had a kid they'd be purple." The pirate leaned in extra close and still stroking Grell under the chin held the red-head's gaze with an intense look. "Your eyes remind me of forests though. Very striking."

"Blue is...alright, and at least our child would have the best of both worlds."

When their eyes locked, all Grell could see was cool blue, reminding him of their owner. He stroked Marco's cheek with delicate fingers. "Deep within each forest lies something...blue."

Marco grinned back, taking the delicate fingers to lead Grell up, and kissing them gently. "That would explain why I seem to be getting lost in them, eh?"

Grell shivered at those kisses to his fingertips, never breaking eye contact as he traced those lips with a light thumb.

"I'd be happy to get lost in yours." Grell gave a gentle smile, accompanied by a light giggle. "It wouldn't be a bad thing at all."

"Is that so?" Marco arched an eyebrow, still kissing along the fingers and holding the green-eyed gaze steady. "I think I'll have to arrange for something like that to happen some time." He brushed back more red hair, more as an excuse to cup Grell's face than because it was in the way.

"Don't keep a girl waiting. I'll be looking forward to it." Grell leaned into the hand, kissing the palm before nipping at the beginning of the wrist.

"I'll try to be punctual, but no promises not to take things slow," Marco grinned. "Looks like we should start heading out so they can clean up for the next show."

For those few intense moments, it felt as if I were only them. Their surroundings had faded away when the focus was on each other. Grell blinked and looked around, seeing that they were that last people in the theater. With a light peck to Marco's lips, Grell stretched a bit before getting their empty containers together.

"I'm sure I can handle your pace~. Just say when and where. I'll be ready." Grell gave a wink before standing.

"You still interested in dressing me up like a mannequin or are you thinking of saving it for another day?" Marco grinned easily as he escorted the red-head outside.

He had completely forgotten about that! Not that it was his fault! Grell hummed, those gears turning in his pretty little head.

"If there are stores open~." Grell's steps quickened just a bit as they reached the outside, looking about to see where the nearest shop was. "There should be one just down the block." He was looking off towards the right.

Just like before, Grell completely lit up like a Christmas tree. If Marco had even debated having second thoughts they were instantly dashed away again by how happy Grell was; like a giant purring kitten who'd just managed to catch the biggest ball of yarn in the world to teethe on. He followed along, keeping up the pace and memorizing the city streets as he went. "What kind are you thinking of, eh?"

Indeed, Grell was already planning patterns, accessories, styles...had he not been holding Marco's hand, he would have forgotten he was there. Feel the love?

"I was thinking something tropical~. Definitely something red at least, like a shirt. Or sandals!" He tilted his head to the side in thought. "Too much red would make you look washed out."

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