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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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"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."

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?"

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

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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?"

"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.

"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?"

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.

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.

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

"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.

"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."

"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.

Grell was startled by the transformation and flailed a bit before holding on again, the wind whipping through red hair as they ground below began to disappear. Green eyes looked forward, heading for the sky littered with stars and a beautiful, full moon could be seen, shining in all it's glory.

"This is a lot better than hanging from a tail," Grell gave a light laugh as he turned his focus to the stars. The flames surrounding him were as warm as he remembered, which was a welcomed sensation as the air where he was got nippy.

Marco laughed in phoenix form, letting out a small cry of delight and picking up speed to soar even higher, just about starting to leaven the town behind them and riding on the warm air his own wings provided.

This was all quire thrilling for Grell as they soared higher. He looked below and saw that the town could have easily been mistaken for stars. It seemed like he was surrounded by it.

The gentle air ran itself through his hair, humming in content. Never would he have thought he'd ride a phoenix. He idly ran his hands through the blue flames, taking in what he saw. "I see why you would fly around often. It's simply breathtaking here." Looks to his firebird with a curious smile. "Does anyone else know about your night flights?

It was then that phoenix realized he probably should have mentioned earlier that he couldn't talk in full phoenix except in bird and since most people didn't speak avian...

"Croo," he nodded his head on the long, almost girly neck, slightly before tilting it to the side.. Only Ace might have really suspected. Leanne might know about it, she at least was the only other person to know about his other form.

"I don't feel so special anymore," Grell grinned. Of course he was teasing though. He gave the neck gentle strokes. "Can't talk in this form, hm~? I'll just settle for yes and no questions then."

If only he had a camera, he could take photographic memories of this. He's have to settle for jotting down all these details into his diary later.

"It must be nice being up here often--" A gust of wind made his dress flutter up slightly, showing off too much leg for this ride before planting it down again with a huff. "Only in pants though.."

Most of Marco's sex drive was dimmed as a bird, just like some of his emotions, but he leered back at the flashed leg anyway with a cocky little smirk and a quiet trill of delight. He nodded his head again, it was impossible to really talk like this, one of the reasons he reserved it for rare occasions. That, and it was always fun to catch people by surprise. Or just save the element of surprise for in case he really needed it.

He sped up the flight a little, just to irk Grell making it harder to keep the dress completely down.

Grell felt a jerk in speed and all his efforts in keeping the dress down were null and void. The wind felt particularly nice through his hair, but having his dress always up was undignified!

"H-Hey! Why are we going so fast?" It was hard to hold on and keep the dress down!

A small bird laugh and Marco slowed down, coasting at an easy-going leisurely speed now that he'd successfully irked the red-head. He swooped down closer to the ocean and carefully avoided getting too close to the surface, fighting sea monsters with someone on his back was annoying, even if they weren't nearly as strong as seakings.

As they slowed down, and hearing that bird like sound similar to delight, Grell could see that Marco was just doing that for kicks. He gave him a look before noticing that they were close to the ocean.

The waters weren't completely still, but a reflection could be seen on it. Clear enough for Grell to realize his hair was a bit tousled. As he fixed the tangles with combing his fingers through is hair, he got to see the blue phoenix a bit better. The stars could also be seen behind them. It was a majestic sight.

"Can you fly all night?"

Well, Marco had endurance to spare. All night with someone on his back might be a bit tiring, especially given his current lack of sleep, but if Marco took it easy he probably could. He wasn't sure how to answer however, so he swirled around in a circle and kept going.

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