"So, got anymore questions yoi?"

You haven't been awake 5 minutes and this fool has already invited himself into your room, lazily slinging himself onto your bed with his shoes on...that low-key bothers you. 

Thanks for that, Marco. I'm only going to sleep on this bed later.

"What questions?" You're still deciding what to wear today since your usual outfit is being cleaned, you love your own little style but the bad thing about that is that you don't want to wear any of these clothes when cleaning in case you spill bleach on them. 

Looks like I'm just gonna have to risk ruining some of my perfectly clean clothes!

"Anymore questions about my family and I?" The blonde sounding somewhat impatient now as he fiddles with the book on your bedside table, scoffing when he sees that it's a romance story. "Answering them last time was the funnest thing I've done in...5 years? 5 or 10, I tend to lose track yoi." 

He better not lose my damn page!

"The funnest thing you've done in almost a decade is playing 21 questions with a curious human?" Yes, you're mocking him a little, but only playfully. It's not like Marco cares either way, the blonde merely chuckling to himself as he sluggishly flips through the pages of your book. 

"Yep! The exhilarating life of a vamp yoi!" A slight twitch in your brow as you witness the bookmark fall from your story and onto your bed, Marco naturally not noticing a thing, his nose still scrunched up at the story's plot. 

I can feel this asshole judging me!

"Okay..." You turn your back on the blonde as you change your shirt, knowing damn well that he isn't going to leave the room at your request, he's a troll after all. But luckily for you, his attention is still glued to the pages of your story. "Do you guys really hate garlic?" 

You hear a thoughtful hum in the distance as you slip into your fresh shirt, thankfully it falls down to your thighs so you can change your pants without the blonde seeing your backside. What a relief.

"It's a preference thing yoi...personally, I think it's disgusting but Thatch loves it." 

Thatch likes garlic? But he's a vampire!

"So blood isn't the only thing you guys like to eat?" You refuse to change your pajama bottoms when the blonde gazes up to you, carelessly throwing your book back onto the nightstand and causing you to huff to yourself. 

WILL YOU BE CAREFUL WITH MY STUFF, MAN?!

"We eat human food to fit in and it prevents you from eating by yourself. Of course, to us, most of your food lacks taste and we definitely prefer blood. But we can taste garlic and other strong foods and spices yoi." 

Well, that's...really weird.

"Riiight...And who's blood do you drink?" Marco boredly rolling his eyes at your question as if you'd asked it 100 times already or something, his attention now drifting toward a hairband that's been left on your bed. And cue, you're taking off your pajama bottoms, ready to change them whilst he's distracted.

"I don't know them personally, we have a deal with a blood bank yoi."

Of course, that's completely normal! I'm sure nobody wonders what a whole family would want with donated blood!

"Fair enough. And do crosses hurt you?" Your question causes the blonde to chuckle softly, shaking his head as he rises from your bed and much to your dismay, he pulls his shirt off over his head. 

What the hell is he doing?! I'm not wearing my pants yet, this feels all kinds of wrong!

"If we were hurt by crosses, I'd be screwed yoi." The blonde laughing as your eyes flicker down to his chest, your body relaxing when you realize that he's merely showing you his cross-shaped tattoo and not intending to harm you in the slightest. 

"Right...And do stakes kill?" You make an effort to put on your pants as fast as possible but you're having trouble getting them on the right way around whilst Marco snorts at your mistakes, about to answer your question when the door swings open, revealing Sabo. 

The younger blonde's features going from friendly to indecipherable in seconds as his eyes look Marco up and down before flickering to you, your hands still desperately tugging the waistband of your pants up and over your hips.

This looks bad! This looks so bad!

"Now I see why you were so understanding." The blonde all of a sudden sounds grumpy as he eyeballs Marco, a small and yet devious smirk etched into his lips as he turns around, ready to leave the doorway. "Luffy's home, by the way." 

Marco doesn't seem to react to the clear misunderstanding though, instead he casually throws his shirt back on, sending you a devilish grin as he makes his way toward the door also. 

"C'mon yoi, Luffy's not gonna meet himself!"

You can feel your heart dropping into your gut as you try to rush after the pair, Luffy being the least of your worries now, you sure as hell don't want Sabo (or anyone else) to think that you're sleeping with Marco. Thinking back to the older blonde's reaction, you frown.

Did he do that on purpose? Of course he did! He wants entertainment!