Manly brother bonding times // Backdated forever ago

[fierybluebird]

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.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[Whatever Namur was doing, he knew it needed to be put on the back burner. Sure, Marco's tone was casual enough. But if he was just coming around to shoot the breeze he would have wormed his way into Namur's activity, not ask him to do something else. So he straightens, cricks his neck from side to side, and falls into step behind the First Division Commander.]

Met a guy this morning said he had an extra boat. Nothin' fancy, but she's got a sail an' no holes in the bottom.