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[no1_squared]

[For the past few days, Marco has been spending far, far too much time in the library (and figuring out how this 'electricity' stuff works, not that he'd ever ask someone about it). Now though, he feels enough in control to head out and get some fresh air.

Which is why, if you're around that area, you might see a giant blue bird made of fire sitting

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[youkai_buster]

[Looks up and sees you! What an interesting bird and he can feel that you're no ordinary bird... He's definitely interested in learning more.]

Hi, there!

[no1_squared]

[Yeeeaah, not interested. Have a baleful look and a quick feather-ruffle before he pointedly looks away. :| Trying to sun-bathe, thanks.]

[youkai_buster]

[You so remind him of someone like that... someone he bugs all the time.]

Hungry?

[no1_squared]

[... Food. Food is good. Marco looks down warily, not really wanting to move from the comfortable roof.]

(Hm. It might be worth it...)

[action] Your words say one thing, but your tags say another. :|

[no1_squared]

[... This is the setup for a perfect prank, but fortunately for Aros, Marco is feeling too hungry to piss off one of the few people he knows around here. He stares down for a moment, before tilting his head questioningly.]

(Wow. Filtering lessons and food. I must have been good in a past life.) [Yes, his thoughts are sarcastic as well. Congrats.]

[action] My notifs are fuxxored. :|

[no1_squared]

[Actually, Marco hasn't tried to talk in his phoenix form here. He doesn't feel like testing it now, however. So have a birdie shrug instead. :|]

(Apparently. And yeah, I'm a phoenix. Morning, Aros.)

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[oda_hates_me]

[Giant blue birds...

That's new. And being the guy Sanji is, the first thought out of his mouth is]

Huh. Wonder what you'd taste like.

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[no1_squared]

[He heard that, thanks. Have a pointed glare before he turns away again.]

(-ucky I'm not the kind of bird to shit on his head, damn ki-)

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[oda_hates_me]

Like I'd let you shit on me, ya shitty blue pheasant. [mutters over his cigarette] Mouthy thing...

If you're hungry, there's a store.

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[no1_squared]

[Like he'd want to, you bird-hater. But food sounds too good to miss out on. Marco peers warily over the edge, before standing up and ruffling his feathers slightly, pondering his only real concern.]

(If he tries to feed me meat when I'm like this, I'm setting fire to his pants.)

[He's so charming.]