These were a request that I actually had a lot of fun with. At this moment I have no intention of continuing but I'll keep it open in case the inspiration ever clicks. Hope you enjoy!
"Aren't you gorgeous." Marco usually didn't get so lost in thought but he'd been surprised when he turned his head and a man was there. His hair wild with long lanky limbs and his eyes directed downward. Watching him without making direct eye contact, voice low and soft. It was clear he knew what he was doing but Marco couldn't help but feel offended being approached like some common creature.
"What a fascinating specimen you are. With beautiful contrasting feathers, a subspecies maybe?" Okay, now Marco was annoyed. "I've never seen a phoenix with color as brilliantly fascinating as yours." And maybe just a little flattered. "Is it alright I pet you?" Slowly the man extend his hand, finger extended to brush his breast. Marco puffed up, absolutely not. It was enough for the man to pause but he did not lower his hand. Were Marco an ordinary creatures he might relent but Marco didn't let anyone just pet him.
"Hey! What are you doing?" The man held still, not to provoke him perhaps but his gaze found Ace who came up and placed a hand on Marco's back. Well, Marco wouldn't let most people touch him.
"'M sorry, I didn't realize they were yours." Marco couldn't help but hiss at that and Ace barked a laugh.
"Trust me, no one owns Marco." Ace grabbed his beak and have a small shake. "He's too stubborn, no one would want to anyways." Marco jerked his head back and snapped Ace's finger. Ace pulled back and complained about jokes under his breath.
"I was, I was just curious about his peculiar color. I've never seen a phoenix with such an extraordinary stark difference in their feathers." His eyes darted from Ace back to Marco. Seems this man preferred not to make eye contact with anyone. He was quite timid. With his head still bowed he held out his hand to Ace. "Newt Scamander, it's a, a pleasure."
"Names Ace." Marco cooed, a chuckle of sorts at the differences between this Newt and Ace.
"Was he born this way or is this, is this a uh, a modification" Newt paused seeming uncomfortable with the idea "that you made?"
"I don't know" Ace said genuinely and turned to Marco. "You born that color Marco?" Marco just looked at Ace hoping he felt the needlessness of the question. With a roll of his eyes, Ace ran his hand through his feathers and turned back to Newt. "Seems mister moody isn't feeling very talkative today." He was asking to be bit again. "In the meantime" Ace looked to the bag on the ground beside Newt "What'cha got trapped in that thing?"
Marco was glad he caught the movement in the briefcase as well. Ace loved animals and Marco could only hope for Newt's sake that whatever reason he had to keep the poor creature locked up in it, it was good. Especially considering Marco hasn't forgotten the mention of other phoenixes. He was curious and he's sure Ace was too. It'd be a shame for Ace to retaliate against the fool if he's mistreating other creatures.
