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[fierybluebird]

[Marco is wandering around campus about to do Disciplinary Committee Rounds and whistling to himself. As he whistles, occasionally a few birds come and land on his head or shoulders or arms and whistle and tweet back to them. In fact, by all appearances he appears to be talking directly to them. Still he continues walking around, deadpan as can be, as though there was perfectly nothing strange about being surrounded by a bunch of birds asking why he has to be out so late and are phoenixes related to owls, and hey where's that loaf of bread he promised? They've got babies to feed you know!]

So long as you hush when I'm sneaking up on someone you can have a hotdog too, okay?

[One bird keeps tweeting an objection to this. She doesn't like hotdogs.]

Fine, you can have fruit.

[This seems to quiet her down.]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

[To which it caws cheerfully.]

Hypothetically to reprimand and send you to bed.

[redcinemareel]

Yes you are~! [Pours more affection on it. Birds of a feather they are!]

To whose bed? [Grins. Marco fell into that one.]

[fierybluebird]

Mine of course. [Says this completely deadpan as if it truly was obvious and not banter.]

[redcinemareel]

I thought so. It would be cruel to send me to bed alone, or to some poor person's bed. [Although there were a few people he wouldn't mind that punishment with...]

[fierybluebird]

Exactly who would I be sending you to besides me?

[redcinemareel]

[Shrugs with a grin.]

[fierybluebird]

Oi, kitten. [Tickles under chin.] Fantasizing about others I should know about?

[redcinemareel]

Nooooooooo. [Hums at the fingers.] Not today~.

[fierybluebird]

Uh-huh. [Kisses Grell's fingers, holding the hand close.] Recently then?

[redcinemareel]

Mayyyyyybe. [He wants to see what would happen if he was being all secrety!] Whyyyyy~?

[fierybluebird]

So I know who to kill to eliminate the competition. [Says this much too deadpan all things considered and given the blue flames coursing over his arm, it just seems that much more intense.]

[redcinemareel]

[Snickers and ruffles his hair.] So cute you are~!

[fierybluebird]

[Blinks and glances up at the hand.]

I'm serious, eh.

[redcinemareel]

I wasn't. [Pecks his cheek.] You're so endearing when it comes to protecting your kitten.

[fierybluebird]

Mm... I'm just selfish. [Wraps an arm around Grell possessively.] Mine.

[redcinemareel]

[The birds around them seem to get jostled by their sudden closeness, even the nighthawk. Grell smiles brightly, wrapping his free arm around Marco, ignoring the tweets of the other birds on Marco's shoulder.]

Likewise, and I'm a good kitten, you know.

[fierybluebird]

Hm... [Happy smile and eskimo kisses Grell, rubbing noses together.]

Good. I only want you to be mine. [Plays with a strand of red hair and backs up slightly so that the birds stop objecting and explains that Grell's his mate.]

[redcinemareel]

[Shivers a bit at the words, flushing slightly. Distractingly pays attention to the nighthawk, smoothing it's ruffled feathers.] I want that too.

[His gaze is on the hawk, but the words are for Marco.]

[fierybluebird]

Good. Love you Kitten. [Leans over to kiss Grell's forehead before waving to continue on his rounds.]

Don't forget, I'm hoping to find you when I get back.

[redcinemareel]

[Green eyes blinked at the words, waving in a daze with a light smile. It will be easy to find Grell, no worries about that.

He watches as Marco walked off, still holding onto the nighthawk who seemed a bit interested in its new red friend and their dumb stare. Weird human thing.

That light smile widened, still watching the pineapple hair bounce off to who knows where. Sighs before speaking softly. The other was probably too far away to hear.]

Love you too, my firebird.

[Looks to his feathered friend and grinned.] I'm going to name you...Hawkeye. [Thinks for a moment.] Or Macabre. Such hard choices. [Walks off himself, thinking on those choices, and on deeper feeling than he once thought.]

[Later]

[fierybluebird]

[Crawls into his bed and pets red hair.] What'd you do with the nighthawk eh?

[Is currently sleep and devoid of birds.]

[redcinemareel]

[CHAINSAW TO THE-- Oh, it's Marco. Grumbles sleepily and puts away his scythe, curling up to his boyfriend.]

Hmm? Macabre? He's outside. Looked hungry...[Yawns and curls more, glad his glasses are off his face and not in the way of cuddling.] When d'you come?

[fierybluebird]

Just now. I have a tendency to sneak up on people, hope I didn't scare you too much. [Secretly thoroughly amused.]

Macabre? You named him?

[redcinemareel]

Shouldn't that be my line? [Sleepy smile.]

Of course. He's a cutie!

[fierybluebird]

I don't scare.

I'm sure he'd like it. I should probably teach you what he's saying, eh?