#ask marco

Marco grins when he reads the note, his sly smirk growing before he let's out a chuckle.

"In my younger days? Maybe." He starts as he looks out the window and watches the clouds roll past.

"Now? Definitely yoi..."

He thinks about the times he's looked at Thatch and Ace with straight faces and made them belive silly stories.

"I can't get drunk, something to do my phoenix power, so whenever we get a rookie join us who has no idea.. we get them to challenge me to a drinking game." Marco says with a laugh.

"I make some extra crash from the bet and they learn an important lesson yoi."

I  love... his big..heart! 

Something about this message sends a fondness though the zoan. He smiled to himself as he straightened out the crinkled message idly.

"There's been one or two people I've had a great fondness for, people I've kept closer then others but I recall my first love"

He folded the note up, creating crisp lines along it as he did so.

"I was twenty-five at the time, they joined the crew and we hit it off right away yoi" Marco glances at a small and yellowing photo pinned on the wall, how long has it been since he last looked at the treasured memory.

"We became inseparable, love at first sight, all the things you read about in love stories" He paused, a sadder expression on his face.

"Unlike love stories yoi" He folded the letter smaller and smaller "They don't tell you forever isn't always the same for two people, I miss them sometimes, often, but fate sometimes has other things in mind for those of us with mortality" He sits back in his chair.

"But I don't regret falling in love, all those memories, maybe I'll find at least two great loves in a lifetime yoi"

"Like it's hard yoi?" he asks and looks at the pineapple in his hand quizzically unsure why people find it so difficult or why people ask him about his eating habit.

Marco seems confused at the appearance of a duckling but is also very delighted.

"Hello little one." He wiggles his toes and sees the little bird hop.

"I'm not your papa, yoi." He chuckles but also seriously hopes he isn't papa.

"I'm sorry? I have no idea why you'd think I needed help yoi"

Do you like Stefan ?

Is so cute i eat him

Marco looks at the doodle and smiles fondly, thinking about all the times the dog has curled up in his office, sleeping on the tatty armchair sitting in the corner, enjoying the rays of sunlight that poured in through the window.

“He’s a good boy yoi!” the doctor grins from ear to ear thinking how he should go and find the dog, maybe get out of his office, stretch his legs and play with the pup.

“Bu-but don’t eat him, I wouldn’t advise that..”

do you have a nest ?

and if you do, do you prefer sleeping in your bed or in the nest ?

The zoan clicked his tounge at the message. He was curious if anyone on the crew had seen the nest he tended to make for himself as comfort on harder days.