rip to that person but this trans person wanted to write shitty drabbles about their favorite characters. it says short not insightful lmao.
marco was curious. and if you asked any of his brothers, it was a normal occurrence. what was he curious about? how izo managed to fight in such long clothes and how the man hadn't sweated through them no matter how close they got to a summer island.
marco was well aware of the uncomfortable material of traditional dresses but he doubted that what izo wore was of the same cloth. it looked too soft and silky to be made of the scratchy polyester and mesh the phoenix wore in his youth.
marco scratched his head as he saw izo chase their new firecracker of a brother across the deck. the boy clutched one of izo's most recent project in hand as he dashed past, marco nodded at the strategic way ace was trying to get the man out of his cabin and back into the daily bustle of the crew.
marco sighed and slowly walked behind the boy, if he got ahold of the kimono before izo caught ace, they're was a lower chance of the youngest being strangled.
the phoenix was sure he'd find out what izo used for his clothes one day, maybe he would tag along at the next island and ask when his brother went shopping.