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Who: Anyone attending Nami's birthday party. /o/
What: ...Nami's birthday party. 8|
When: Evening on the 4th July.
Where: The mikan orchard.
Summary: An impromptu last minute stubborn celebration of something that's fun.
Rating: ...P for pinwheels? 8|a

[Tis a mingling post. Mingle! Seriously. The orchard's lit up, there is alcohol, there are snacks, there are mikan. There's also piles of coloured paper for much later, but that's another story.

Backtag to your heart's content. We apologise for contributing to the glut of birthday posts that is early July. |D Popular month!]

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[Grins back, saying nothing to the talent, since "You haven't seen anything yet" just seems too obvious, so he'll let it stay implied.]

Absolutely. Is it something you can do right now?

[Of course it is. If she's anything its versatile. You will get your answer by hands coming from the tree behind you, massaging your neck, shoulders, lower back. She's perhaps not as good as you are but she uses the limited sensation to work at the lines of stress she feels. Not that there are many. You might also feel a hand briefly pat a great deal lower than your lower back, but perhaps it's just your imagination]

Does it suffice?

[He closes his eyes and leans back into it. He's going to have to disagree with her on the idea that she's not as good as him at it. Surely she's much better. He peeks his eyes back open to get a good look up at her and grins in reply.]

Blissful. The hands too. [And just a hint of a leer there. Never let anyone doubt that he's really a pirate.]

[She continues to work with those hands, while another pair sneaks out and begins to braid a front of his hair, just because. She takes a sip of her drink and offers it up to him]

Sip?

[Will he be pretty now? If it needs a bow, he prefers blue.]

Ohhhh thanks! [Takes a sip before handing it back.]

So read any good books lately? [Hehe. This is also a deadpan joke because she must have read something, he's sure.]

[Probably not. But she will continue braiding his hair anyway, tuft after tuft. He has very strange hair when she thinks about it.]

I finished The Princess Bride, recently. I'm not one for fiction but it was interesting. The culture it comes from must value beauty over intelligence because I can't count the times I wanted to strangle Buttercup with her own hair.

[Marco kind of falls over at that and stifles a laugh on his knuckles.]

That's one of my favorite books actually. [Slight blush because wow embarrassing.]

It's supposed to be a satire though so she's that annoying on purpose. To illustrate how idiotic so many romance and fairy tale princesses are. [Oh wait. Robin probably knows that. Is this her being satirical? You know for a deadpan liar, he's really bad at satire.] Because of all the fairy tales where the princess is completely pointless, just might as well be stuck off in another castle because she's just the vehicle they use to explain why the guy is there having adventures. As if adventures for adventures' sake weren't good enough.

But even starting off with the list of the "most beautiful women in the world" who wrote this list? Why? Did they really think it would solve anything? How did they know those girls were more beautiful than each other or not? How can that even be objective? Was it a poll? I mean, you've got everyone talking about Boa Hancock being the most beautiful, but how did so many people agree on this that it's just accepted as universal truth? In the Princess Bride though, it's all just a play off from stories like the Illiad where they went to war over a woman, just wanting her because she's beautiful. I kind of thought it was brilliant that Humperdink only wanted her to cause a war because she's beautiful. Best flip on it.

And Westley... [Laughs.] For a guy strong enough to ditch her to go be a pirate, he spends the whole time outdoing the whole world in languages, building up poison tolerance, becoming one of the top-notch swordsman all just in case she might like those things, not because he thinks he has actual use for them. And what does he do in return? Stops being wild and the way he loved her before he left and takes up interest in trying to be beautiful for him. He's not even there to see her so what does it matter?

[She's faintly more literal minded and so she didn't know it was satire. Having no normative basis to compare it to, it had just seemed like another fairy tale. She listens to his opinions, entranced by the depth he's thought these things through. As if this is a real world, and perhaps it is. Who can say if they all aren't characters in some story somewhere, bought in to Luceti by the whims of enthusiastic readers. Though that is giving the Malnosso far too much humanity than she wishes to grant them. In either case, the point is that Marco is completely adorable in his enthusiasm and she's not quite sure what to do about it]

Well, perhaps if he didn't want her to change, he shouldn't have left. That happens even now, you know. Men and women leave their loved ones [And children] to become pirates, marines, follow their own dreams and what is left for those left behind to do but to cope with the change. Perhaps even to the point where they must change themselves.

After all, how could she know how Westley cared for her and perhaps she only wanted to bring him back. Perhaps she was lonely.

[Robin has for the most part been self-sufficient but it's occurred to her in her past to change for others. For acceptance. For love. In the end, it had never been worth it]

Well, he did tell her.

[He's amused by her response to it though.] I guess, admittedly I can't relate to that thinking. [He's spoiled and got to travel with his father after all.] I guess so long as they have no regrets and they're happy with the changes in themselves. But I think if you change yourself to share interests, that's fine. I mean... ahhh I really like flowers extra because of Vista... but don't tell Ace or him that I said that. Ever.

But I'm not sure "makeup and things" counts as a shared interest to Westley's more rugged choices. Then again, he took up the extra languages just in case she might like it, so I guess they both were trying to do better for each other... it's still silly though. Just on purpose.

[She nods at his words, considering them]

Perhaps it's not a shared interest but I'm sure that he enjoys to look at it.

[She is beginning to understand the sentiment, though, a bit perhaps. Expanding knowledge to please someone else. There is a certain charm to it.She goes back to braiding the tufts. She's about half done now]

Well then, Bird-chan, what should I read next?

Maybe it's more what I should read next, eh?

Want to trade? I'll read a book you pick and you can read Moby Dick. [The one he pretends is his favorite, and is like 2nd favorite.]

Moby Dick, hm? Very well. [She nods. Then tries to think about what to have him read.]

I have no preference. Read something interesting and tell me about it.

[She shrugs]

Eh, that's not as fun. It might take me ages to find another good book on my own.

At least tell me a genre I should go with.

I don't read fiction. [She frowns. Was this a sharing thing? Like the metaphor of the story? She can't tell if he's being literary or not] I like books on all topics so...I'm not entirely sure what to suggest.

[She thinks]

But...perhaps...if you wish to share...[and did he? She's still unsure] You can learn to garden with me.

Really? [See his happy hopeful face? He's definitely interested.] I'd love to, eh.

Ah I see, if you're not really a fiction fan then I guess it'd be harder to like the Princess Bride... Heh. Well if you ever want a reading partner or company, I'll brush up on history and we can trade thoughts. If you'd like. [He wanted to make the offer, but after saying it he's getting nervous about it. He normally reads alone, so she probably does too? Still, he thinks it'd be fun to have someone to bounce ideas off of about stories.]

If you like. [Though she would rather garden. She's not used to sharing her reading but perhaps it could be fun. It's something new to try at any rate]

[She's done with your hair now. It's not a very good look for you, honestly, but she's amused so lets it be]

I wonder if it will curl if you keep it in.

[Tries to pose since he has no idea what it looks like or not.]

That'd be interesting, but probably not. It tends to bounce back. [His hair is ridiculous like that clearly.]

Your hair is ridiculous then and I'm not sure I like it. [but she's teasing, of course, as might be evident as she plays with it. You do look absolutely ridiculous but on you, it works.]

Would you care to do mine? [Just to see what you will do]

I'm not sure you dislike it either. [Sticks his tongue out, teasing right back.]

[He blinks at the offer and loops a loose strand of her hair gently around a finger.] I'm not sure I could improve on perfection~

Besides, it's not exactly my forte. [Even playing around, he worries he'd mess something up. And then Izou (his okama brother, 16th division commander who loves geisha style wear) would have to disown him. Horrors.] The most I'd do is stick on a blue cowboy hat. [Because it'd be adorable. Let him have his fantasies.]

You give up too easily. [but she pulls her hair over her shoulder and leans back against him any way]

Perhaps I will wear a blue cowboy hat. [Slight pause] and what else?

[Oh. Robin. Really? You're going to ask Marco that? Marco?]

[This evil horrible grin alone should say everything. Something along the lines of a cowboy hat. And high-heeled boots. Yeah, that's about it.]

Oh you know, whatever's comfortable. [Nice save Marco.]

I suppose the comfortable will depend on where we are. [Oh she knows just what she's asking]

Guess we'll just have to make sure it's someplace where the maximum comfort level can be reached.

[You make his life so hard to keep PG woman. Not that the pirate minds, but seriously.]

[Have a slow, lingering, contemplative smile at that. and then it's all coolness again]

Though preferably with less sand. [She finishes her drink and holds up her glass]

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