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i can hear doffy victory screeching from across the house

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staying up // doffy & roci.

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Taking a long drink of his rum, Corazon thinks a moment. “No I think I’ll stay here. I don’t think there’s a place out there for me, outside the family.”

Another twinge of brotherly intuition, a pang of worry about what his uncontrollable brother was going to get himself up to now. He had long since given up his ideals of trying to bring an end to Doffy’s destruction. Some may call him a traitor, but he sees it as his own form of damage control.

His thoughts are interrupted by a strip of ice ripping his feet out from under him, and he finds himself staring up at the night sky scrawled unceremoniously on his back.

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That’s such a glaring difference between the two of them, one that makes Doffy blink from behind his shades.

“You make your own place, Rocinante. Fuck everyone else and burn them if they stop you.” but before he can continue, Corazon is suddenly on his back and Doflamingo is offering his hand out to his brother. 

“Told you it’d be funny.”

He pulls him to his feet, affording him a fond sort of look.

“Good thing you’re sticking around. We’d miss this weird drunken slapstick too much.”

Love you, he says.

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Corazon clings to Doffy unsteadily, fighting another losing battle with ice and gravity, this time taking his behemoth of a brother down with him.

He rolls on his back, turning to Doffy who’s laid out much more gracefully than he is, looking like this was definitely what he intended to do.

“I can’t imagine what you’d get up to, if you didn’t have me for entertainment.” 

Love you too.

He sighs, making no effort to lift himself off the pavement. Defeat accepted.

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why can neither of us drink right

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bottles are difficult

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staying up // doffy & roci.

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Corazon huffed indignantly at the comment, but found his eyes trailing to the ground as he took awkward, overly cautious steps. Making sure to walk especially close to Doffy, trusting him to act as his safety net.

“I miss the summer islands we used to dock at,” he mused, reminiscing. “It’s nice out here, but I feel like… more of a walking hazard than usual.”

He wobbled unsteadily on his feet as he took a swig of rum. Getting home later tonight was going to be an adventure in itself, it seemed.

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Corazon walks like a newborn deer beside him while Doffy walks down the sidewalk, a bit bowlegged. The chill outside seems to stave off some of the chill up his spine, as does his brother, the walk, the booze. He’s going to be okay.

“Would you want to go back to the New World?” he asks. Their reason for coming to Netborne in the first place was vacation, but it turned out Doffy liked the sprawling city enough to stay there, to travel back and forth. Its a place untouched by his influence, and maybe he can change that, maybe he can shake things up … He grins wide and dangerous around the lip of the bottle.

“You can, if you want.” Doffy tells him, licking his lips free from the taste of expensive wine, “But I think I need the whole fam here for … just a bit.”

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Taking a long drink of his rum, Corazon thinks a moment. “No I think I’ll stay here. I don’t think there’s a place out there for me, outside the family.”

Another twinge of brotherly intuition, a pang of worry about what his uncontrollable brother was going to get himself up to now. He had long since given up his ideals of trying to bring an end to Doffy’s destruction. Some may call him a traitor, but he sees it as his own form of damage control.

His thoughts are interrupted by a strip of ice ripping his feet out from under him, and he finds himself staring up at the night sky scrawled unceremoniously on his back.

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Then and now. She destroys every stuffed animal except this one. :) (Source: http://ift.tt/1IOQUjg)

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i didnt want to think about freeballing today :-(

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Life is full of the unexpected.

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you sound like a grandpa :-/

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Blocked.

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im not blocked :-O

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i didnt want to think about freeballing today :-(

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Life is full of the unexpected.

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you sound like a grandpa :-/

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i didnt want to think about freeballing today :-(

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do you think doing Wead is cool

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you dont need drug to have a good time

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staying up // doffy & roci.

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He’s quiet for a moment, takes a drink. “That sounds nice. We don’t get out much, just me and you,” he swirls his bottle. “I’m game.”

The prospect of spending time with just his brother, none of the rest of the family, was nice; nostalgic almost. While in recent years his relations improved beyond being seen as the idiot, the others were still a bit… much… for Corazon’s more relaxed personality.

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Doffy takes a moment to right himself to full height up off of the bed, bottle still in hand. Thankfully he’s already in his shoes, coat fixed around his shoulders. He eyes Corazon quickly.

“Get your coat on, we gotta look good.”

Stay warm, he says.

Once Corazon is ready, Doffy leads them out of the house and into the night. Its cold, of course, but he doesn’t shiver; just swigs again from his bottle and looks behind him to his brother.

“The ice ought to be fun for you to navigate, fufufufu.”

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Corazon huffed indignantly at the comment, but found his eyes trailing to the ground as he took awkward, overly cautious steps. Making sure to walk especially close to Doffy, trusting him to act as his safety net.

“I miss the summer islands we used to dock at,” he mused, reminiscing. “It’s nice out here, but I feel like... more of a walking hazard than usual.”

He wobbled unsteadily on his feet as he took a swig of rum. Getting home later tonight was going to be an adventure in itself, it seemed.

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staying up // doffy & roci.

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Corazon nodded, Understood. “Yeah, that couch’ll kill you.” 

He swung his legs out from the warm hug of the covers, taking a moment to ensure his balance before ambling over to the cabinet. Grabbing the usual, some expensive brand of red wine for Doffy, and rum for himself.

He plops back on the bed unceremoniously, passing off the drink. “There’s not a lot to do, this late at night.”

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Doffy shakes the bottle and drinks deep from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand once he’s done. He’s always been a messy sort of drinker. At Corazon’s comment, however, he has to laugh.

“We haven’t been here long, but there’s shit to do. Trust me.” he tells his brother, “Like look at the lights and get wasted, if you’re going for low key.”

He drinks again, man in a drought, “You game?”

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He’s quiet for a moment, takes a drink. “That sounds nice. We don’t get out much, just me and you,” he swirls his bottle. “I’m game.”

The prospect of spending time with just his brother, none of the rest of the family, was nice; nostalgic almost. While in recent years his relations improved beyond being seen as the idiot, the others were still a bit... much... for Corazon’s more relaxed personality.

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staying up // doffy & roci.

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Corazon stirs from his sleep at his brother’s uncharacteristically wordless arrival, sitting up as Doffy takes a rather grandiose seat at the foot of the bed, massive legs sprawled widely. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and flicks on a light, giving up on the notion of getting anymore rest for the night.

Brotherly intuition suggested Doflamingo needs him at the moment.

“No sleep tonight?”

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“What clued you in?” he snorts, picking at some frayed hem of the blanket he’s seated on. Quiet for a moment, lips turned down into a slight frown. 

“Couch is terrible to sleep on. My aching fucking back.”

They do this, sometimes, speaking only in layers, removed from the original meaning. Had nightmares, is what those words say. Ground me, says the intrusion. He stifles a yawn and looks around the room, some idea coalescing.

“Where do you keep your wine?”

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Corazon nodded, Understood. “Yeah, that couch’ll kill you.” 

He swung his legs out from the warm hug of the covers, taking a moment to ensure his balance before ambling over to the cabinet. Grabbing the usual, some expensive brand of red wine for Doffy, and rum for himself.

He plops back on the bed unceremoniously, passing off the drink. “There’s not a lot to do, this late at night.”

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staying up // doffy & roci.

He’s back there, again, strung up on the house.

Those below him scream and wail their anguish and all Doflamingo can think about is the thunderous sort of sensation that is too much for him, too much for his young core and his limbs to take. Rage, that’s what it is, pure fucking rage at everyone and everything and especially those fucking humans beneath him.

He screams out that rage, blind, into the burning night.

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Doffy wakes up to a gasp, of course, as he often does — chest heaving with panic-quickened breath and adrenaline. He’s still blind, he’s still blind and strung up with his father and brother begging for mercy, and —

No, he’s not, he’s fallen asleep in one of the common rooms, again, sitting upright on the couch.

The shakiness he wills out of his limbs, but the creeping dread crawling up his spine won’t leave. 

He thinks of his brother, much softer than he.

Doffy is out and up before he’s even really thought about where he wants to go. He finds himself there, anyway, pushing open Corazon’s door without knocking.

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Corazon stirs from his sleep at his brother’s uncharacteristically wordless arrival, sitting up as Doffy takes a rather grandiose seat at the foot of the bed, massive legs sprawled widely. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and flicks on a light, giving up on the notion of getting anymore rest for the night.

Brotherly intuition suggested Doflamingo needs him at the moment.

“No sleep tonight?”

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Found Moon Moon on the Beach! (Source: http://ift.tt/1lDoKNZ)

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oh boy..more pirates on this website

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Do you have a problem.

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its just getting a little messy around here with ruffians.