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Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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Was planning to do it the rest of my life thanks for asking.

[another long sip of rum]

You know you can't though. [Oh yay! So we're substituting sex for drinking? Marco can get behind this. It makes it easier to figure out what's bothering Thatch at least. Not that there aren't a million things bothering him. He's kind of like a giant bundle of knots as of late, and one must be undone at a time.]

Like a bee to a rose, you'll go buzzing her way eventually. Might as well see if you can get to the nectar without risking the thorns, eh?

...[That is a bit too complicated a metaphor for him to be dealing with right now] Did you just ask me to eat her out?

[Whut.]

[WHAT?!]

[There's sort of a prickling rage going up his spine and enough haki to level a fucking mountain right now.]

[GOOD LORD. If it wasn't Thatch, his father, or NO THAT IS IT. ANYONE ELSE WOULD BE MURDERED ON THE SPOT!]

[Even Ace would be half-killed.]

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[All right, all right, surely he heard that wrong.]

[SURE, Marco was bad with human conventions, or human anythings and Thatch knew that most of everyone in the universe, BUT SURELY HE HEARD HIM WRONG.]

Please say I heard you wrong.

Please tell me I heard you wrong! [He's even slipping into phoenix. Okay this is not going to be pretty.]

[Punches Thatch between the eyes, because even if he DID hear him wrong, Marco has decided his best friend and bro had it coming.]

TELL ME I HEARD YOU WRONG!

Because even drunk off your ass--

[Back to phoenix again.] You would surely not suggest that I would ask that of someone else!

[TACKLES AND SITS ON HIS CHEST WITH HIS HAND AROUND THATCH'S THROAT. Don't worry, there's no pressure or squeezing, it's just unfortunately inescapable.]

I don't know if you were already thinking of it, or you just think I'm that fucking dense --

But you are god damned lucky I love you. You fucking idiot.

[Oh he's mad though. He's really mad. Like murder anyone else who comes near mad.]

[Give him a bit.]

[Closes his eyes. Takes a few deep breaths.]

Fuck Thatch... just... fuck.

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[Flicks Thatch's forehead.]

What the hell were you thinking? Do I even want to know the answer?

[PATS THATCH'S HEAD!]

Look. I love you bro, and I mean this in the nicest way possible.

But you need to get laid soon. Because if you don't? I'm worried I might have to kill you.

And I mean that in the nicest way possible. [Pats his cheeks. But seriously, he means it. Not the killing, because Thatch is still his soul mate or WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY ARE, but seriously, you are driving him crazy. You are tearing him apart, Thatchet!]

..............

[His head is ringing and he's frankly surprised he's not bleeding.

what the fuck.

seriously. He's never seen Marco like that over anyone. But that only means one thing-- Marco really freaking loves that woman. And he loves Marco. So he's not going to bring up the fact that the teasing they had done before had included threesomes. That Thatch was just asking and wasn't about to do anything like that anyway-- and him getting laid was none of Marco's goddamn business especially since it never could and would involve that woman]

Glad you think so highly of my loyalty, mate.

[finishes his rum]

Glad you love her, too. It's great. I have no intentions of going after her in any way shape or form.

So why don't you go flutter back to her and give her the attention she deserves.

[Punches Thatch again.]

Because you need to find a way to get along.

[......]

[And a low phoenix hissing growl, the rest is in phoenix too:] In a way that does not include eating her out you dumbfuck.

Great.

Freaking great.

Now I don't know if you're avoiding her because something happened, or if it's because you're worried something will.

Or is it both?

[that is it. He fists his hand into Marco's shirt and yanks him close]

I.

don't.

want.

to.

touch.

her.

Get that through your think skull, you damn phoenix. I don't have any desire to do anything to her! And she's yours, goddamnit! I know that! I wouldn't take that! Why do you even seriously think--

No...

No forget it. I don't want to know!

I don't want to know what you think because, apparently, you think I'm just going to up and do things to your wife--

[he pushes him back]

Well fuck you and fuck her and fuck everyone in this goddamn place except Namur and I'm being goddamn metaphorical about it!

[HEADBUTTS HIM HARD.]

Were you trying to joke and I didn't get it?! Then I'm sorry!

FUCK.

Everything's confusing.

[Both hands to his head to try to figure it out. Ah. Right. Thatch is more frustrated with being in the world than being around Grell, but the immortality thing and the world traveling thing --]

[Just tackles Thatch in a hug and refuses to let go.]

I'm sorry.

[Phoenix speak get:] I don't want to take you home. I need you. I don't want you to be this miserable and angry though! What do I do?

[Fuck. He meant to not cry but he gets it now and there's tears welling up anyway and bluh...]

Why can't I just fix it somehow? I missed you and I want you to be happy again. I wish everyone was together, and I know this isn't enough, but isn't it worth something?

[ah damnit, not the crying. Not those words. His head was still ringing from the damn pineapple to the head. He keeps his hands braced against the ground, looking out over the water]

Don't apologize, idiot. [since he'd probably deserved it anyway for everything else]

[he hesitates and then in a whistle] I'm dead
[it wasn't any easier to say it like that. The sound fell from the air like a stone and settled in the hollows of his chest]

Can't move forward, can't go back, maybe what's dead stays dead.

[and maybe Grell was right. Maybe Marco was too attached to sentiment. Well Thatch knew it. Saving a trinket or--even a stupid old man from a past that hardly mattered anymore-- was just foolish. Nothing but clinging on to dreams]

You're stupid.

[Glomps Thatch and clings on him, burying his face in Thatch's shoulder.]

The dead are never really gone so long as we hold onto them. You still don't know what she is, do you? Fuck, you're so dumb.

[Clings harder and wipes his eyes with his wrist and sleeve.]

You are always, always with me. Every fucking day. Whether I'm talking to a bird, or I see a pretty girl, your influence on me is never gone. Isn't that living? Isn't that what life is about?

But it's not enough for me, you know? I can't turn and ask you questions or heard your laugh back, only remember it.

You're dead, aye. But you're here too. Why are you trying to run away from living?

Thatch... Thatch [His name in a whistle. The first thing he ever taught Thatch in phoenix.] Stay with me you idiot. Let me save you a little longer. A day, a week, a month, a lifetime, it's better with you here than just in my heart.

[he doesn't regret it and he does. It's special to be remembered, but who wants someone missing you so much? The last thing he wants is Marco hurt and he's doing it at every turn. Can't stay. Can't go. Can't move forward or back. If he could he'd erase Marco's memory of him. Or maybe--just the one for now. No point reopening an old wound. He'd rather have stayed dead.]

I can't hurt you any more, mate. I fight with Grell over a stupid toy, Espio over colors. Freaking decorations. Toby is a nice kid and I want to help him but he doesn't really need me any more than you do. Or Namur does for that matter. You have a family here. A crew of your own. But I can't get used to their way and I'm too old to change.

[and he didn't want to. He would rather stay with those times where he was exactly where he belonged. Even if that wasn't as bright as he remembered. Loyalty and trust was a shakey thing. Too easily given, too quickly lost.]

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