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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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A small grunt in return, not wanting to go into the further complications involved with Teach. "I don't think they'll be so lucky as to wind up shinigami Grell," he muttered sadly, still toying with the hair with a deadpan face. "And I though I met one of them here, but now we're not even talking." A small shrug. He'd messed up, but he was trying not to dwell on it.

"I've learned not to question things that I can't be sure of," Grell gave the other's hand a squeeze. "We come from so many different worlds and times. Maybe he isn't the right one?"

Grell perches himself in Marco's lap, because he wants to, and wraps his arms around a strong neck. "You're friends aren't gone though. Not completely."

"Hm, suppose so," Marco glanced up Grell and then off to the side. "And they can't be gone as long I remember them, eh?" If the last month had taught him anything it was that he would keep carrying them with him wherever he went.

Grell used a finger to guide Marco's chin over to him to gain back that eye contact, nodding with a smile. "Exactly."

Marco gave him a wry grin in return and tickled Grell under the chin, "So tell me kitten, any memories you're carrying around in that beautiful red head of yours?"

Grell leaned into the fingers with a smile before it faded quickly at the question. "From a long ago past. They're...mostly gone. No voices...no screams..." He was glad the nightmares were ebbing off, even thought they were obviously still around. He put on a smirk though before nuzzling Marco. "They won't stop me from getting beauty sleep, though~."

"Ah, you might be stronger than me Grell," Marco nuzzled back in return. "I think I'm going to try relying on my natural charm for now. Me, I've still got the voices, and they aren't fading, just getting stronger." Despite the words, Marco's face and tone were as smooth as ever, as if he wasn't really as ruffled as anyone else would be. Superman always. He couldn't let a little thing like nightmares or lack of sleep wear him down.

Grell shook his head softly, a wry smile on his face. "It's only because I choose to ignore them for now. Didn't you say they can't hurt you?" His smile gets wider. "And who causes pain better than I?"

Marco blinked and tugged Grell down for a kiss. "Really?" he gave him a wry flirty little smirk, "And here I thought you were good at taking all my pain away." The phoenix tickled the red-head under the chin, calmly ignoring that his tail had really hurt from the bite. Phoenix healing meant it was all better and Marco cared a lot less now. "All right, as soon as finals are over, I'll sleep. But you better be willing to stay by me. I don't like letting people I don't trust see me with nightmares at all." Wait, did that mean he actually trusted Grell? In some measure he did, actually. Rather greatly. Grell knew he had more to gain by keeping Marco alive and he was feisty enough to probably kill anyone who tried to take advantage of Marco's weakness.

"I can do many things, and I enjoy that most," it was obvious Grell was quite smitten with Marco, and with the feeling being neutral, it was only natural that he would be.

All in one there! Grell would kill, most definitely, if anyone touched his firebird. A slow, torturous death--

Hey wait, trust? Grell blinked at the statement, not sure he heard right, but Marco's face seemed to confirm it. He hadn't had anyone's trust before, with just reason, so this kind of responsibility felt...nice. It was important that this trust was upheld, since most other reapers only trusted Grell to do a lackluster job at reaping.

He nodded firmly with a smile. "I'll hold you to that."

With a genuine grin back, Marco's fingers lazily played under Grell's chin and over his throat. "Only if I get to hold you to watching my back. And you'll have to find me, eh? I've got my pride after all." Despite Teach, despite all the men in any world Marco would never trust with anything much less something important, Marco still held a Whitebeard pirate attitude towards most people. And when it came to the many outcasts of the worlds, Marco would always trust them more. To the phoenix they weren't untrustworthy, they were misunderstood and just needed a little help to be able to take pride in themselves and become loyal nakama. Same went for Izou or Jozu, and even Ace to a very large degree. If Marco couldn't take a chance and trust outcasts who deserved it, he might as well give up being a Whitebeard commander because he wouldn't be any good at it. Men like Blackbeard were the exception, not the rule.

Nipping lazily at Grell's ear, Marco nuzzled the red hair softly. "But I know you won't let me down."

Green eyes closed for a moment before opening again while the fingers played at his neck and chin. "I see no problem with that, and I doubt you'll be hard to spot, darling." Grell wouldn't ask for help, as he's not used to getting any, but he was certain it would be given to him, whether or not he asked.

Grell shivered softly at the nips,, closing his eyes again with a hum. "I can only promise to do my best, nothing more."

Marco laughed and kissed Grell's cheek, "Your best would be more than enough. And I would never ask anyone more for more than that." As the nightmares proved on an endless cycle, sometimes the best wasn't good enough, but that sure as hell didn't make it the fault of anyone kind enough to even at least try.

Satisfied with that, Grell hugged Marco around his neck with enthusiasm, his shark-like grin prominent."My precious firebird is so kind to me~!" He ruffled pineapple locks before looking up to the stars, resting his head against Marco's.

Unable to resist it, Marco grinned back and happily stroked the red hair, looking up at the stars and tracing more patterns for the sake of it.

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