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[Along the Dollet Beach students from the academy seem to have set up a small little beach party. There are blankets, coolers, Grell in a bikini, and even Marco is just hanging out in his beach shorts (although you won't ever see him go in the water.) There's even a beach volleyball area set up. Purely for the viewing pleasure of the guys watching. Seeing the scene you would never expect lots of violence that was about to befall.]

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[Blink.]

[Blink Blink.]

[No way.]

Marco, you're not...?

Looks exactly like this? [Changes to phoenix and back and completely deadpans.] Nope, don't know him at all, eh. Sorry.

[Throws a blanket at you going beet red.]

I take it back, you're not cute at all.

[Chuckles and wraps an arm around her shoulders.]

There there, I was very grateful, eh. And completely out of my mind to be fair. I haven't gone that fully into bird-brain mode since before I met Pops.

[Have a disapproving look, Marco. At least until she sighs.]

You couldn't sleep?

[Shrugs.] I went two weeks without it and then my devil fruit took over.

... your devil fruit? [Still, despite the joke played on her, she looks concerned.]

I ate the phoenix devil fruit before I can even remember. In my world they're considered a curse. But it's sort of like a defense mechanism. Normally I can't get too sick or injured because of it, but when I do, it just sort of happens. Trying to heal me I guess.

Can I ask why you ate it? [She can't fathom why, then again, she can't understand Blue Mages in her home world who willingly take in beast blood and will ultimately suffer a transformation for it.]

Because I was a baby or toddler with a penchant for putting things in my mouth?

I ate before I can even remember anything. My earliest memories I actually thought I was a phoenix and that being a human was just a disguise phoenixes had learned to master in order to fit in. [Facepalms at his younger self.] I've certainly never regretted it though.

[She laughs at that, fully amused at the thought of this strong, brawny fellow being so adorable as a child.]

Then thank the Goddess you did not eat a bovine version.

[Rubs his chin.]

I really can't imagine being a cow. Or even a bull. It might explain why no cattle devil fruit user ever reached great fame.

And are you famous?

Pops was. He's the strongest man in the world. And I don't mean that in a "My Daddy is the best" way, I mean he actually was. And everyone knew it. People were constantly trying to kill him so they could be famous for it, which meant there was a lot of crew for me to protect.

[Not that that really answers it, but Marco's not about to say "yes."]

[Niiice try Marco.]

You must be pretty strong then, to fend off every threat.

[Laughs.] Pops did most of the fending. I just had to be able to protect myself and everyone else I could.

I'm more in the financial organization end of things. He's got high-end tastes for alcohol, but no head for business. He'd just give everything away because he never wanted worldly possessions, just a family. Still takes money to feed a crew, eh.

Uh huh. [No, a little bit disbelieving here Marco. Strong people attract strong followers, they need to be able to keep up after all.]

I apologize, but you didn't seem like the type for accounting. And also... [Have a glance at that arm still around her shoulders before she treats you to a raised eyebrow.] How long do you intend to keep that there?

Here I am laying my heart and soul out to you and you're worried about a little thing like closeness? I'm wounded. So wounded. I shall die from heartbreak. [Says this all deadpan, but removes the arm to put over his eyes dramatically from fake!woe.]

Even more wounded that you think I can't do economics. I'll have you know I never hostilely took over any islands. [EVIL EVIL CHUCKLE.] Except financially.

This is hardly "little." [Have a grin and, whoops, sorry Marco, your guard is down. She gives you a noogie.] I'll be sure to attend your funeral, should such a thing happen.

[Eyes widen and flail and gives out a girlish complaint.] Not the hair! FIEND.

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[... snerk.]

[Akiela bursts out laughing.]

[Ohhhh see this face? >:| he objects. He objects a lot.]

It's hard to get this perfectly messy, but still neatly spiky. I can't just throw on a helmet you know.

Sure you could. That way, your hair might be messy but at least no one would see it.

But then they couldn't identify me as the Pineapple Prince!

[Pause.] Well I suppose it's moot here anyway, but that's not the point!

... Pineapple Prince? [She gives you a blank stare.]

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