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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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[Hnnnn stupid smart brother.] Okay, okay, fine, I'll talk to him about it.

Yay. [Forever deadpan.] Everybody wins.

Now grab me some fruit. [Since you're already getting food. He's just being a pest though.]

[Wow rude.] No. Get it yourself.

Please? [Sparkles on.]

Oh hell no! Get these damn things off of me! [Now attempting to shake them off.]

[Clings to his head.] But I missed you and everything!

[At least he stops sparkling.]

... when did you miss me!? [SERIOUSLY, BRO, HE'S BEEN AT HOME FOR A WHILE.]

Waiting for you to get better, of course. [OF COURSE.]

Mate, I was only at the Straw Hat's for a week.

That is like a month for birds.

[Given that Marco is a phoenix. No. This is bullshit.]

Oh, like hell it is.

It is so. You don't know.

[He flicks his beak.] I spent a month away from you, okay? That was long. A week is nothing. And you could visit me.

And I did.

Don't flick my beak, I'll kick your ass.

So you can't complain. [And he'll give your beak a harder flick, so deal with it.]

Edited 2012-07-19 00:47 (UTC)

[Pecks and little birdie feet flails.]

Don't you complain to me freckled brat.

[And he'll just pry you off his shoulder and hold you you out in front of him.] I'll complain if I want to.

Likewise. [Huffs and puffs up.]

Don't expect me to listen. [He blows air on him.]

[aslkdjaklsdj That tickles! And it shows if the way Marco shivers all over and fidgets, squirming a little is any indication.]

Oi quit it. Copycat. [/Attempts to tsun!]

[He blows more on him! Hah! Take that.] Make me, geezer.

[PECKS and flaps at.]

[AND DROPPING YOU LIKE A HOT POTATO NOW.]

Ow.

[Rethinking his actions up to now.]

Oh, come on, that didn't hurt. [... did it?]