Bedridden || Abstentsniper x Yonkoshanks
Shanks narrowed his eyes in slight annoyance. He knew his crewman was really sick and needed his rest but he just wasn’t listening. He sat his bottle aside and stood up waking over to the bed before he could move another inch and pushed him back down;.
But this time he didn’t go back to his chair. He merely moved up and over the bedridden sniper and sat low on his hips so he wouldn’t crush his lungs or hurt his stomach. "I told you I would sit on you if I had to." He stared down at Yassop smugly.
"Now…stay down and close your eyes." He demanded. "I am your Captain and you need to listen to your Captain." He wasn’t one to throw around his authority unless he needed to. He made sure he was comfortable and wiggled in the others lap before settling down. He had abandoned his chair and booze across the room but oh well… It wasn’t needed right now.
He made a low grunt, about to move again before he was sat on by the red haired man, dark eyes narrowing up at him a he scowled at him. First he had to deal with Shanks telling him to get some rest, and now he had to deal with him sitting on him. He tried to shift as he felt the other wiggle, nose scrunching a bit.
The sniper could feel his face tint red, but maybe that was just from the illness.
—- ✚ || "Get off of me!"











