Let's All Go To The Movies

[fierybluebird]

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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[fierybluebird]

Shivering at the whisper, Marco didn't even go back to the dressing room, just stripping it off and handing it back to Grell, proudly displaying his tattoo for his crew, same as ever. "Got something in mind?" Marco crooned back teasingly, "Or do you just like seeing me go topless?"

[redcinemareel]

Yes, that tattoo on that delectable chest. Grell circled back to Marco's front with a Cheshire-like smile. "A lot of both, dearest. I'm certainly enjoying this." He went to a chair that was occupied by a pile of clothes that Grell came across, extracting two Hawaiian shirts and a light blue tank top for both.

"Here's your next challenge. The under shirt is optional. The shorts can stay."

No need to hide that beautiful torso now, right?

[fierybluebird]

"These I like," Marco grinned ear to ear. He did too. The splash of red on the flowers for the white and the blue and other flowers on the black shirt were nice and not too overstated. He didn't bother with the tank top, preferring to leave the shirt loose and unbuttoned instead. "What do you think?" he asked back in deadpan.

[redcinemareel]

Grell just nodded absentmindedly, tracing the tattoo with a finger and hungry grin. "I approve~."

[fierybluebird]

"Guess I'll have to buy these then," Marco grinned back, running blue eyes over Grell to take in Grell's overjoyed expression.

[redcinemareel]

"Why don't we split the cost?" Grell gave Marco a mischievous leer. "I have a feeling I'm going to be enjoying the clothes, too~."

[fierybluebird]

Marco chuckled, "Nah, I wouldn't feel right kitten. Besides, I have a feeling I'm going to be buying you presents soon enough."

[redcinemareel]

Hey, if Marco said not to pay and wait for presents, then Grell is gonna wait, damnit! He's not stupid. Grell tried to conceal his joy, but it came out as a light squeal as he rocked on the balls of his feet happily. He liked gifts! He liked them very much!

"If you say so."

[fierybluebird]

Another chuckle and Marco tickled Grell under the chin, bringing the clothes over to the register to get them rung up. Way better than having to resort to the fancy dress uniform anyway. "I do say," and given Grell's expression, definitely worth it.

[redcinemareel]

Grell grinned and waited while the clothes were being rung up, which didn't take long. Possibly the store clerks wanted the red menace to leave so they could tidy up their shop. Indeed, it looked as if a Typhoon had struck inside. Mission accomplished!

The night air was cool when they stepped out. There was a satisfied smile on Grell's face all the while. "This is the best...date yet!" Yep, Grell was considering this a date. The guy paid for the tickets, although Grell got them food...but Marco let him dress him up! That had to count as something.

"And I have you to thank~."

[fierybluebird]

"Any time, eh," Marco grinned, stretching his arms to look like he was going to put them behind his head only to slip one around Grell's shoulders instead. "I had fun. And I needed that." It reminded him of home in a good way that didn't bring up any painful memories, just relieved stress. And after the continuous cycle of nightmares about his crew's deaths; he desperately needed that. He used his free hand to tickle under Grell's chin again, cupping it slightly, "I'm glad you had fun, that means it'll be easy to ask you out again sometime."

[redcinemareel]

The arm around his shoulders made it easy for Grell to wrap both his own around Marco's waist, humming in content at the tickling. "Everyone needs some fun in their life, especially after this whole month." Green eyes looked into blue with a soft smirk. "Do I sense shyness, darling?"

[fierybluebird]

Marco laughed at that, "Me, shy?" The forefinger stroked the red-head's chin away. "Never that."

[redcinemareel]

"Good. I definitely need a man who is as <>bold as my hair." Grell gave his waist a squeeze before nuzzling his chin. "The night is still young~. Anything in particular you'd like to do?"

[fierybluebird]

"Oh, I'm pretty bold, eh," Marco shrugged in deadpan, simply stating fact. "Too bad I'll never be as pretty as your hair though."

He paused and hesitated, unsure of how much to trust Grell given earlier, but he didn't want the red-head's memory of his phoenix form to just be violent. "I could use a moonlit flight over the ocean, with company." More tickling under the chin. "But if you yank any of my feathers I'm dropping you in it and I can't swim to rescue you."

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[redcinemareel]

"Only I can be pretty in this relationship. I'll not have competition." It has been spoken.

Grell blinked in curiosity at the suggestion before grinning at the very much not empty threat. "How romantic. A flight under a blanket of diamonds in the sky~, with the sunlit moon coating us.." He nodded softly with a sincere smile. "I promise to be a good girl."

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[fierybluebird]

"You better," Marco chided and started leading Grell down a back alley before stealing a quick kiss. "You think you can hold onto the bags or do you want to stop back by the room first?"

[redcinemareel]

"I'll take them back," Grell took the bags and with a wink, flicked out of sight before reappearing again but a moment later. "There, done." Of course there was a smug look on his face. How he loved teleporting. He rarely abused his power, though.

[fierybluebird]

"Handy," Marco deadpanned before bending down for Grell to climb on his back. "Don't tug or try to direct. I go night flying all the time, help will make us crash, got it?"

[redcinemareel]

Grell watched as Marco bent down before looking to his own clothing, noting that he was wearing a dress.

"...how am I supposed to ride?" He wasn't used to flying on birds besides hanging from their tails!

And for once, his mind wasn't six feet below, thinking about how to ride a man.

[fierybluebird]

Marco grinned evilly, "You'll do fine. Just hold on like a piggy-back ride and no one will see." He was a lot more visible at night than during the day ironically. Fire blue blended in well with the day sky and had a tendency to contrast the night, but even then, from the distances Marco was planning they weren't going to see much more than an outline.

[redcinemareel]

Grell grumbled about not choosing pants this night before doing as told. "Is this okay?" He could quite possibly be holding on too tightly.

[fierybluebird]

"Let me breathe a little, eh?" Marco coughed lightly, "Scared of heights?" He frowned. The idea hadn't even occurred to him before. Marco always equated heights with safety and air as his element.

[redcinemareel]

"Little scares me, aside from wrinkles." Grell loosened up his grip with a light laugh. "It's not like I've ridden a phoenix before."

[fierybluebird]

"Fair enough, eh?" laughed Marco as he adjusted Grell slightly and turned into a phoenix, running along to get more speed before flying into the air and soaring up higher.