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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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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.

Let's All Go To The Movies

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