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[fierybluebird]

[Marco appears to have nodded off on his communicator despite efforts to stay awake. It doesn't take long for him to completely jerk out of it, and seemingly out of nowhere kick a table into the wall, smashing it into firewood, and coursing blue flames down an arm.]

I'll get to it when I can! [Growling at no one, good for your insanity. But

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[dontcallmegol]

{Ace was barely clinging to what could be called a shadow of sleep. For once he just found it too damn hard to pass out, he was restless and kept being woken up by flashes of nightmares. Seemed like the elder pirate sharing the couch with him was having much of the same.

In fact when the man shouted and kicked the last end table they had into a wall, Ace couldn't help but give up on sleep. He flinched in any case, curling a little tighter in on himself out of reflex before slowly moving to sit up, rubbing his head.}

Oi... you alright?

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[fierybluebird]

[A small grunt as he lazily seeming ambles back over to crawl under the giant jacket they were using as a blanket. It was comforting. It still smelled like Pops and home and even knowing he was supposed to move on and stay strong, it was impossible for Marco not to cling to the past, to the protective aura of his father.]

I'm not used to getting nightmares.

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[dontcallmegol]

Tch, I don't think anyone can get used to'em.

{He sighed and scootched over next to Marco, draping his hands over his knees and just... giving the man the warmth and closeness of his brother.} Kinna weird for us both to be gettin'em though.

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[fierybluebird]

[Leans against the warmth and drapes a blue flamed wing around Ace's shoulders to tug him in closer, while waving his communicator in a free hand.]

According to this thing, a bunch of people are again. I dunno, maybe it's the gas or something else. You've been here longer, eh.

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[dontcallmegol]

Yeah? Huh. I can never tell what is what anymore. It's always something.

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[fierybluebird]

Whatever. We'll persevere. Whitebeard pirates are made of stronger stuff than just nightmares, eh?

[Just flomps into Ace's lap in phoenix mode. He's exhausted and missing everyone, even worse worrying if they'll really be okay without him, or Pops now.]

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[dontcallmegol]

Definitely.

{He raises his brows at the Phoenix as he shifts and makes himself comfortable in his lap. There's a soft sigh and he just idly begins petting the fiery bird, scratching under his chin or stroking his neck.}

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[fierybluebird]

[Absolutely shivers in delight and gives a low happy trill, nuzzling quietly against Ace's chest as soothingly as the phoenix can manage in return.]