concoursec | Manly brother bonding times // Backdated forever ago

Characters: Marco & Namur
Location: Wandering
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and piracy and drinking
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Marco needs his sharkbro for all the things. All of them. And likewise with birdbro. NAKAAAAAMA!

After the battle Marco was fairly refreshed all things considered. Maybe napping in the middle of it had been a good idea after all, no matter what anyone said! Still, there were many things weighing on his mind and no longer just the loss of his son. Thatch's return was confusing, albeit a glorious relief, but he wasn't the only brother, and Marco truly wasn't sure whether he hoped Namur hadn't lived through Thatch and Whitebeard's death or not. If he had though, that made Marco captain now and he had every intention of living up to it. He hadn't spent the last three and a half years just having fun and meeting new people. He'd taken as long as he could to deal with the losses for himself and learn new ways to save everyone he could. And that included Namur.

So he sought out his favorite shark-bro commander and waved casually, "Yo. Let's go for a walk, eh? Or a swim and flight if you're inclined. Or fishing." Or all of the above.

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Panic attacks. Aye, he had one around me.

[Frowns and rubs his chin and the lightly punches Numur's cheek to make him feel better.]

So he knows and he's just been -- [Hand over his eyes, though his other hand goes up to block presumably Namur's return attack.] Oi.

All right, all right, I'll deal with it. [Rubs the back of his neck.] Shit.

Hey. When he was in Trabia did he go out much? Drinking, partying, girls, you know like himself?

Drinkin' yeah. Drinkin's 'bout all he'd ever do. Tried t' kick his ass a couple times fer bein' such a shitface, but he's too damn good fer me. He'd come out a it fer a bit though, an' that's what it was all about anyway, so I guess it's the thought that counted.

[Namur turns sideways and kicks his feet over the side, drapes his arms over the other. The boat is small enough and low enough to the water that he can trail all four limbs in the waves.]

Mostly stayed in, though. 'Specially if there was partyin'. He'd still check out the girls but never tried nothin'. He's doin' more a that here than he ever did there.

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He's doing... better here?

Shit bro... I'm sorry. You had to deal with that alone?

Sheheheh! Scary, huh?

[He shrugs, a bit awkward considering his position.]

If there was anyone else they'd a come with us. It's okay though. Least he was there, y' know?

[Nods his head solemnly.]

Still, talk about some messed up timing, eh? [You still get more hugs. MAMA BIRD WILL MAKE IT BETTER. D:<]

All right, so what are you impressions of Espio and them?

An' them? Y' mean Espio 'n' Grell.

[Hug away, Featherhead. Namur might even bring one of his arms back into the boat so he can return it.]

Shit, I don't know nothin' 'bout 'em. Grell creeps the shit out a me, an' it ain't the whole dudemaid thing.

[He sits up just a little, suddenly, as if he just remembered something. Then he pokes Marco in the forehead.]

Thanks fer warnin' me 'bout that, by the way. Totally didn' make a complete ass a myself when I tasted her the first time.

[Grins ear to ear.] I'll bet.

And you're welcome, eh.

[He tilts his head, thinking it all over.] Grell's a little messed up, but she's nothing like Teach, I can promise you that. She's been betrayed enough herself in the past. Her job, which makes her a little immortal, requires her to deal with a lot of death, so I guess that makes her like me. But she has a thing for blood and biting, so you two might actually get along over that.

Her dream was the same as Pops' though. But in her world, adoption wasn't really an option. I'm pretty hesitant to adopt kids myself, because I don't want to outlive them, but there was one kid that won me over. Toby. He was like Ace but without any of rage issues or snark.

We lost him recently, and I know Grell's still really shook up about it. [Distant look.] Especially since I'm the one who told her to trust him, eh?

[A small sigh and he ruffles Namur's hair again.] You're probably getting some of the immortality vibes, eh? But more than anything, all she ever wanted was a family.

And Espio... [A small laugh.] He probably heard almost as many stories about you, Thatch, and the rest of crew from me as we have about Luffy from Ace. Well almost, eh.

Sorry, eh? [A small frown.] I know it's a lot to throw you into.

[Namur opens his mouth to talk a number of times while Marco hurries on, until finally he sighs a little and gives up. When Marco finally finishes, there's a long pause, while Namur waits to see if he's actually done. Then he chuckles.]

Yeah, well. 'S how it always is, ain't it? If it ain't deep it ain't worth jumpin' inta the water.

Weird though, seein' 'em wearin' the Old Man's mark. Seems like they're yours more'n his, y' know?

[A blink. His? He hadn't thought of it like that.] You think so?

[He furrows his brow though. Wasn't Grell's dream the same as Whitebeard's? Wasn't Espio like one of the lost boys, like them? The only reason Marco brought them in was because Pops wasn't here long enough to do it himself. Still...]

When I was doing tattoos, Grell asked me for one, because she'd gone home with me, and met him. She had the same reaction as me the first time I met Pops. [Wonder and instant adoration. He'd put a single finger on her head and all her animosity melted away.] Ah...

[Rubs his face. One of his. Right. He was captain now, wasn't he? He kept telling himself he'd become more like Whitebeard himself in this world, more of a captain, less of a first mate. He'd given himself far more extra time, so had he made any progress? Half of it just seemed to be an uphill battle not to slip into old habits. Harder without his brothers around, but with only himself to look after.]

I suppose you're right, eh. I'll have to fix that then. [A distant look. A new era. No more twilight. He would have to really step up into the new era. One where Whitebeard was no longer the strongest man in the world. But at least he still had extra time for it here. More time to adjust and deal with the situation rather than back home where he had to fight wars on fifteen fronts.]

Any suggestions? [Though he already has some idea.]

[Namur shrugs again, resting a hand just over his hip where he'd had Whitebeard's mark inked into his own skin. He hadn't been sure if he really wanted it at the time he'd had it done. Now, he wished he could plaster it large and proud, somewhere the whole world could see. He'd done it with the number of his Division though, and that would have to be good enough, since a man's only got so much face he can cover before he starts looking like a dumbass, and there's a reason he wears long sleeved shirts.]

I dunno. Mark 'em yerself makes most sense. Or were y' talkin' 'bout designin' one fer y'? Y'd have t' think 'bout it, I guess. Don't wanna pick somethin' stupid an' change yer mind a few years later. Sheheheh.

I had a few ideas for back home, just in case.

You know how I am, eh? I always try to have eighteen plans navigated. Just in case, eh.

You want to be the first to draw it?

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