BBS/Action (current day)

[thatched]

Hey, Cutie. Thanks for the bento! It was ridiculously adorable of you.

Love, Thatch.


[to anyone who wants to happen upon the Thatchinator, he'll be sitting in the quad, enjoying his meal]

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[Action]

[fierybluebird]

It's called growing enough scruff to accentuate my jaw without making me look like I'm trying to steal Lucifer's look. [Tugs Thatch's goatee.] Seriously, where the hell did you get this design? The magazine for Impel Down's monthly fashion statements?

[Action]

[thatched]

Yes it was from the Warden Calendar. January's was particularly compelling.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Oh really? Men in tights?

[Action]

[thatched]

Men in nothing usually. [wait, why was he thinking of this? What were they fighting about even? He tugs at Marco's cheek again]

You know usually when I have my fingers this close to your mouth its for an entirely different reason.

[Action] 1/2

[fierybluebird]

[Nope, that sure doesn't make him think dirty things, damn it.]

[Except that it totally does of course...]

[No no no! You cannot turn him into your freaking uke whenever you want! DAMN YOU.]

[Action] 2/2

[fierybluebird]

Just how long has it been? [For you. With anyone else. Is he depressing you again?]

[Action]

[thatched]

Since you? About ten years. Why, up for another round, pretty bird? [he chucks Marco's chin]

[Action] 1/2

[fierybluebird]

Has it really been that long?

[Surprised chirp.]

[Action] 2/2

[fierybluebird]

Not since me! [Flails!]

For you. In general. Why do you always do that?! [FLAIL.]

[Action]

[thatched]

[he laughs]

Careful, birdy, or you'll fly away. [forehead bump] And I do it because I love you and it's easy.

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Lightly headbutts grumpily.]

I'm not easy.

[Action]

[thatched]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Oi, what's with that look? I'm not!

[Another headbutt, then switches into phoenix, rolls about on his back and rests his head on Thatch's knee demanding pets.]

You're easy.

[Huff. Pout. Sulk.]

But I love you too, yoi.

[Phoenix headbutts.]

[Action]

[thatched]

Well of course I'm easy. [he obliges, stroking Marco's neck and under his chin and all his sweet spots to get him fluttery with bliss] You think I get laid so often because I'm hard to get?

[and even though he knew it, he couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth at that whistle]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Heeeeeeeee chin tickles.... Fluttery with bliss indeed. Have some affectionate birdie nuzzles in return.]

I'm not even sure you get laid often lately. [But the words have absolutely no edge whatsoever because Marco stretches back until he's sprawled upended in Thatch's lap.]

I love you~ And sky. Hello sky!

[Chirping like he hasn't seen the sky in days. Yup. Those fingers man. He's just a little bit giddy here gosh.]

[Action]

[thatched]

Hello, bird.

[He indulges Marco completely, lavishing him with all the affection his fingers can come up with. Marco's pleased chirpy feels were the best sounds in the world, bar--well one or two.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[More happy chirps and he wriggles in Thatch's lap, making it a temporary nest.]

How are you today?

[Swishes his tail back and forth.]

[Action]

[thatched]

[he looks up] Partly cloudy with a chance of rain.

[tickles little birdy feet and tugs at tail]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs and flails. Nooooo not his feet! He'd have kicked you, but you're too fast for him, grrrr....]

[Rolling about.]

[And then pounces.]

Thatchet! You won't get away so easily, yoi!

[Action]

[thatched]

Yeah? What are you going to do, you sparkly turkey?

[fluffs him with his hands]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Oh his gosh that feels nice.... @_@ Noez.... he won't fall into blissful dream land where everything is clouds and --]

Peck you.

[A grave threat indeed coming from the giant ball of blue puff.]

[Action]

[thatched]

It'd be worth it. [just rubs his cheek against that fluff. Soft glowy feathers are the best feathers. Who needs a pillow?]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Heeeeeeeeeee.....]

[Okay he will fluffle all around you and protect you with his wings.]

[But only because he loves you.]

You should just tell me so I can make it go away.

[Nuzzle snuggle nuzzle fluffle.]

[Action]

[thatched]

I will tell you one thing, love. [soft and warm and he felt shielded somehow] I wish I could turn back into that snakey thing and wrap around you.

[but he kept his tone light, like he was joking]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Aww...]

[Marco puffs up a bit bigger, hops into a higher position and wraps around Thatch like a giant blue shield.]

I prefer being able to wrap around you like this though.

[He means it too.]