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Hey, dumbass. Why the hell are you even buying paid accounts for me if I don't get any action? So what if I have character development if you don't even freaking use it? If you don't like it let drown the Creepy Strawhat woman or at the very least give me some Fishweed. Anything but being caught in this damn limbo.

Or, hey, hook me up with that sweet peice of Dranaei.

Bubble, bubble, baby.

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[How would a phoenix pout? He has a beak.

Robin shakes her head, and the restraining arms disappear. Sorry man. They just weren't sprouted at the right angle for cuddling.

She's still there, though...]

I'm wearing a mustache. Can't even blame alcohol for it.

[Switches back to human and stands in front of her with both of his hands taking a hand of hers.]

And it's adorable.

[Kisses her forehead. His heart is hammering a little still, despite the grin he's wearing, but there's no way he can voice what he's afraid of. He can't even admit to himself that he is scared of something, at least, not out loud, because his fears affect more than himself if he allows them to exist.]

You know I love this playful side of you, right? [He can't admit it, not when it's something like this, but he can dance around it. Lead her to a point where she can make up her own mind. And she's smart enough that he trusts her to handle it.]

Only the playful side, huh?

[She might be able to put it all together, but it's still important to hear it straight.]

Only? Hardly.

[Lets go one of her hands so he can brush back a strand of her hair and tuck it behind an ear.]

It's just rare enough to be my favorite. You're always brilliant, so I know that's never going out of style.

[See, Marco? Did it kill you? No.]

Well, you're pretty good at bringing it out.

[She wraps her arms loosely around his waist, sprouting an extra from the elbow in order to do so.]

[Oh hey if she wants to know things he likes about her? He can go on for days. Just ask Luceti!Ace.]

[And he grins quite cheerfully, leaning in a little closer.]

Am I? That's rather flattering. I'll make sure to find more reasons for it then, eh.

I wouldn't mind that at all.

[Lean alert, lean alert! Are any of her nakama watching? Channeling the spirit of Joe Fusco, Jr?

Hopefully not, because Robin's enjoying it.]

I wonder what other sides I can bring out then, hm? [Yup, full out leaning over her now.] I'm sure there are plenty of sides I have yet to see, but I'm curious about them all.

[Her eyes darken, go flat for a moment and her face falls just a little. But then the smile is back, if subdued. She sets her hand lightly on his chest, but it's hard to tell if it's caressing or pushing away.]

Let's just stick with the fun side, for now.

[Closes his eyes though he leans his forehead a little closer.]

Aye. That is what I meant, eh? [Small wry grin as he opens his eyes back up with an affectionate expression and his fingers lightly trail her cheek and tuck away a strand of hair. Again.]

[Robin lets the hand on his chest slide up to his shoulder as he moves closer. She moves her head just a little, guided by his touch.

She's pretty sure he'll chicken out at the last second. But the affection is nice enough in its own right, and there's no reason not to enjoy it while it lasts.]

[Nope, he leans down and kisses her nose. Oh wait, does that count as chickening out? Because Marco counts it as play.]

You remind me a little of Ace in a certain respect. You both need to have more fun in life. [Sticks his tongue out teasingly. Oh yes, he's definitely challenging her to tell him he's wrong.]

[Nah, it's a fatal personality flaw from which her own crew has been trying to help her recover.]

And what would make this particular situation more fun, Sensei-san?

[He grabs one of her hands and an arm around her shoulders and spontaneously spins her into an impromptu dip almost as if they were already dancing. And his eyes are sparkling with music.]

I can only speak for myself, but I've found wine and music go a long way towards accentuating the best of company.

[Robin moves through the spin gracefully.]

Then by all means, let's find some of both.

Got a preference for specific types or years on either?

[And somehow they're now dancing. Oops.]

[~~Yeah he chickened out, shut up.~~]

[Robin won't mind, as long as it's nice and slow so she can enjoy the excuse to have her arms around him.]

Earthy wines. And passionate music.

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