discedo_logs | Closed: Just 2 guyz

Who: Marco

totallygay
Where: Northern Lights
When: After closing / during cleanup
Rating: PSSSH I don't like to limit myself so let's say R. I'll edit as necessary =\
Summary: Marco misses Japan, drinking, just two guys having a good time, Marco asks Tatsumi to be his moirail (and/or roommate). Because violent serial killers make the best people in charge of making sure you don't go on a killing spree??? Anyways, drunk talking get.
The Log:

Marco closed out everything around the bar, checked on all the taps, the current supplies and marked them off on one of the notebooks that had been waterlogged during the flood and since been left to dry. Despite that, it was still serviceable, and the pirate didn't seem to mind the warped pages. After all, he'd been through a similar situation when Namur dropped one overboard.

Everything cleaned and finished, Marco hoisted himself over the bar and grabbed a seat in a chair against the wall. Not for the first time since he got back from the expedition he debated lighting up a cigarette. He couldn't remember which brother had introduced him to it years ago. Maybe Thatch? Probably not Fossa since Fossa stuck to cigars and considered Marco's taste in smokes too weak. Nevertheless, he tried to refrain from smoking often. Phoenix regeneration or not, Discedo wasn't a great place to start getting even more addicted to something, and making it a habit back in the New World would just be one more thing to worry about. Usually he just saved it for when he was stressed out or nervous. When had the last time been? Christmas?

He'd had a mild argument with Japan then, hadn't he? How could the details already be slipping... it was just a few months. Even small stupid things Marco wanted to hold onto with both hands and make sure he didn't let go. Everything about Japan and their time together was precious to him. Everything.

Marco found himself lighting up in spite of himself. Would Shinji have been mad about it in his bar? Even now, Marco still thought of it as Shinjiro's place. Probably always would.

Why did it seem like someone important had to go home before more people showed up? Marco didn't know, but he sure hated it.

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"You know, I am Japanese." Tatsumi remained on the counter top, head spinning in a drunken sea. A sea where both good and bad things swim where he could gaze upon them from where he was floating.

"But that's why you want to play protect me and I'll protect you." The werepire wasn't sure if he believed that or not. It certainly made enough sense, but to find the truth, he felt he'd need to do more than play a game of truth and lies with the mythical bird. "Or is it... something else?"

When Marco's words came to him about America, Tatsumi's smirk widened, but only for a moment. He wasn't sure he heard Marco right. It sounded like he said the letter 'd' but why? "Minds of... Ds?"

"So are what, a hundred million more? Man 4000 islands is so much... I can't even hold a dozen." Marco leaned into his hand, trying not to depress himself so instantly.

Was it something else? Marco was a little lonely truth told. It was so easy for him to always slip away and read or not be around people. But too many normal humans always grated on him. It always did. Freaks and outcasts were preferred. Because they understood him better, they needed him more, they interested him more, truth told there were a lot of reasons. "Oh it's more, but it's probably not the more you think," Marco smirked slyly.

"Right, right... Ds... they eat a lot -- and by a lot I mean they practically inhale mountains of food and set all the world records for eating the most, they're really loud, they punch first and ask questions later, they're like unstoppable forces of nature. Marshall D. Teach is Blackbeard, Monkey D. Luffy is Luffy: Ace's kid brother, Gol D. Roger was the king of the pirates, Portgas D. Ace is Ace my nakama, Monkey D. Garp is a raving psycho. America is like all of them. I know his middle initial is F, but I think that's just the other world's version of D."

"I don't know if you'd be able to protect him in our world. Different kind of threats that a little birdybird wouldn't be able to handle all by himself."

After flopping over, and letting half of himself hang off the counter, Tatsumi chuckles. "I hope you're telling the truth or that'd be the biggest let down." The werepire didn't need company. He needed entertainment. After all, if you're the single man out, it didn't matter if you were in a crowded room or out in the middle of space. At least entertainment can be made in place full of people.

Tatsumi keeps his smile, although a part of him isn't sure if that's the right expression. Thinking of America as an unstoppable force of nature just made the country seem more appealing. It was a good way to describe him. "Maybe. I'd like to see him fight another D then. Can you imagine?"

He loses himself to his thoughts, wanting to be a part of that and yet just watch it all landslide from the top of a mountain. Best show ever, or so it sounded like.

"I kind of want to fight him." Again.

"Fortunately I wouldn't be alone. He's protecting himself and his people too, and they'll protect him, ne? Like nakama." Only nationalism. Sometimes countries could get a little confusing like that, but Marco didn't worry about it too much.

He grinned softly. Entertainment was indeed what he aimed to provide with all of this. "A rare truth," he stuck his tongue out.

The phoenix had actually imagined Garp and America fighting before in what could only be described as nightmare fuel. He gave off a visible shudder, both at the memory and Tatsumi's confession. "I guess that answers my masochism question. Do you actually want to die over and over? Because if not I recommend getting a little stronger or smarter first. Especially if you want to be more his ahhhh kismesis, yes, that's the word."

"Like nakama that make up who you are." He pauses, wondering if Marco explained what nakama was after he came back. He shakes it off, if he slipped, all well. it's only Marco.

Tatsumi stuck his tongue out after Marco's, as if they would touch despite the distance between them. The drunken idea causes him to laugh. But it dies down a little at the mention of dying over and over.

"Death is so meaningless here. Might as well use it's cheap ways for my own amusement." He smirks. "Not that I don't plan to get stronger."

Then his eyebrows rises at that strange word. "A kissmessisss?" It sounded as though the alcohol slurred the word, but it was actually his own fooling around. "What's that?"

"As mine do," Marco nodded his head to himself, "And so do his."

"Dying cheap irks me," Marco admitted an even bigger truth, focused on his drink. "It cheapens what it really meant for people like Ace or my Pops."

He waved a hand swatting away the dark thoughts. "Kismesis, troll relationship term for hate romance. You blacken the feelings of hate with intense rivalry, pushing each other to the edge of what the other is capable of, sinking to new depths and taking out rage and violence on each other as a means to keep from genocide. See? You and America are perfect for each other." A sane person would have been disturbed by such a thing. Marco, on the other hand, was quite serious.

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