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@kuzan
aa hey!! idk if u still check this blog, but i was wondering if you have a new main/social media to follow u on? your art is really pretty!!
OH GOSH... I am soooo sorry for answering this so late. ;o; My main is @bronan!! And thank you so much!! I really appreciate you saying that!!! TT_TT
arara............ I slept for a long time............
continuation of: ☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella (with @ask-gabriel-caper)
“Yeah, no sleeping in, huh?” Kuzan lamented, thinking of all the times he’d ever been woken up prematurely from a nap. Something about curling up on the floor of your office and using your admiral coat as a blanket really seemed to set off the higher-ups.
He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying to get comfortable. His arms were going to be killing him after five minutes, though, so it looked grim either way. He inhaled, then exhaled. It’d been a long day.
He glanced at Gabriel. Long day for everyone, apparently.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, struggling to move his arm just enough to be able to scratch his nose. “You catching a cold after all? Need someone to relieve you?”
Anyone? …. Smoker?
continuation of: ☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella (with @ask-gabriel-caper)
“An hour,” Kuzan echoed, his eyes widening. He remembered those days. It was usually pointless, it was boring, and the rain was the only enemy for miles. Or the blistering heat. Kuzan used to be really popular on hot days.
He knew it would look like he was about to treat that recruit differently for being a girl, but something about the sight of a little thing shivering and doing her damnedest to keep it together just tugged at his heartstrings. Yeah, it was the military, he knew that anyone going in should expect crappy days like this. So, what? He couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him.
Kuzan moved to her side, between Gabriel and another recruit. “Excuse me,” he said to them, and then, to Gabriel, “Hey, here.”
Lifting both arms above his head, Kuzan propped his coat up and over the both of them, effectively blocking the rain out like some kind of canopy. He took care not to stand too close to Gabriel, using his broader reach to allow the coat to drape over her without forcing her to his side. Kuzan peered down at her and quirked a brow.
“Guess I’m posted up, too,” he said, chuckling. “You said an hour, right? Promise? I hate the rain.”
☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella (can be pre- or post- time-skip, whichever you prefer! also I promise not to let this one drop off the face of the planet fjhfdjsjf)
((OwO let’s make it pre-time skip- UwU that would make Gabriel about 19 owo))
The young recruit stood guard on the outskirts of where hers and another division’s platoon were camping for the night. She couldn’t remember for the life of her which other division it was with, however. “Akainu or Aokiji….why didn’t they explain this at the briefing….” She whispered to herself. They probably did. She was probably just distracted by the fact that it was one of her first big missions where they were honoured to go with one of the admirals. The rain had started not too long ago, yet was already coming down pretty heavily and with a gun loaded and ready to aim at any unfamiliar face that came by, Gabriel wasn’t even allowed to leave her post for another hour when someone would come to take her position. It was cold, dark, wet, unpleasant, and just a bit nightmare inducing. Why was she the only one out here without a rain poncho?? Or an umbrella at least? Oh right. She prepared for anything BUT rain. Rookie mistake. Especially for a rookie.
The meeting had ran late; why they were even having meetings at this hour, Kuzan couldn’t understand. Worse still, he had heard the pitter-patter of rain against the tent well before the meeting was even out, which had made him antsy. It was with one goal in mind - bed - that Kuzan was power-walking down the trail, along the outskirts of the encampment.
Rain, rain -
“Rain,” Kuzan groaned, drawing his coat up to his chin. Dark, damp, his suit was white, the list went on. Thankfully, he supposed, his suit made him stand out to the recruits on guard, so nobody tried to aim a rifle at him as he strode by at record pace. He just wanted to get under a blanket. Holding his coat, his esteemed admiral coat that he was probably supposed to keep clean, up and over his head would have to suffice in the meantime.
The string of salutes began as he passed one guard, then another. Although he was feeling pretty homesick for his bed, he slowed his steps until he came to a stop in front of the guards. He felt bad for not acknowledging them; they were stuck in this rain, after all.
Kuzan lifted a hand from under his coat, feeling suddenly quite sheepish for how he must have looked. “Hey,” he said, raising his voice to be heard above the rain. “Thanks for your hard work. I know it’s not fun to be out here in this. I…”
He gave pause, eyes landing on the one recruit that stuck out like a sad, wet, sore thumb. He stared for a couple of seconds, prompting some confusion from the other nearby guards, before wordlessly stepping forward and lifting the side of his coat up and out to provide coverage for her head. It was an awkward sort of rain cover, now, but his height at least made it easy to shield her from the rain, his coat fanned out like a great bird’s wing.
“What’s your name?” he asked, brow knitting. “Er, maybe I should have started with, ‘Where’s your coat?’ This is how you catch cold, miss.”
Gabriel hadn’t been paying attention, certainly not enough to notice the beginning of a long string of salutes from the other guards, too caught up in her thoughts and wishes to be back in her tent, with her macaw, who, despite her endless amount of requests for him to stay in the tent, was up in a tree to keep her company. It wasn’t until she felt the rain that was pounding against her lowered head and back stop, that she lifted her head, all the way up a trail of white and blue to meet the face of the admiral.
With tired eyes, she lowered her head back down with the thought, ‘Ah, Admiral Aokiji. We’re with his division. Neato.’ There was another moment of silence. ‘…ADMIRAL AOKIJI.’ At that point she straightened up immediately into attention and gave a salute, earning hushed chuckles from the surrounding guards for her delayed reaction before answering him. “N-Navy Seaman Recruit G-Gabriel Caper o-of Admiral Kizaru’s 5th Platoon, sir!” She said, hopefully loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain. Her salute drooped a bit when she answered his next question, talking a bit more quietly with a hint of shame in her voice. “I…Uh….I forgot my coat…at HQ, sir….” she straightened up again. “B-B-But I ASSURE you, sir! I am just fine and warrant no need for concern, sir!”
“Whoa,” Kuzan said, eyebrows hiking up. He was never gonna get used to that, the formalities. The forty ‘sirs’. Maybe he just kept it too casual in his division.
He rubbed his neck, looking perplexed.
“Er, Caper, was it? Chill – at ease, I mean. Aren’t you cold?” he asked, trying to remember what it even felt like to be at the mercy of the elements like that anymore. ‘Cold’ just took on a different sort of meaning when you were made of the stuff.
He gestured toward her, then, palm open and out. “Can I get you anything? I can dig around for a spare coat, or… there’s gotta be something at camp.” Exhaling, he sounded exasperated when he added, “I can’t just leave you like this.”
☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella (can be pre- or post- time-skip, whichever you prefer! also I promise not to let this one drop off the face of the planet fjhfdjsjf)
((OwO let’s make it pre-time skip- UwU that would make Gabriel about 19 owo))
The young recruit stood guard on the outskirts of where hers and another division’s platoon were camping for the night. She couldn’t remember for the life of her which other division it was with, however. “Akainu or Aokiji….why didn’t they explain this at the briefing….” She whispered to herself. They probably did. She was probably just distracted by the fact that it was one of her first big missions where they were honoured to go with one of the admirals. The rain had started not too long ago, yet was already coming down pretty heavily and with a gun loaded and ready to aim at any unfamiliar face that came by, Gabriel wasn’t even allowed to leave her post for another hour when someone would come to take her position. It was cold, dark, wet, unpleasant, and just a bit nightmare inducing. Why was she the only one out here without a rain poncho?? Or an umbrella at least? Oh right. She prepared for anything BUT rain. Rookie mistake. Especially for a rookie.
The meeting had ran late; why they were even having meetings at this hour, Kuzan couldn’t understand. Worse still, he had heard the pitter-patter of rain against the tent well before the meeting was even out, which had made him antsy. It was with one goal in mind - bed - that Kuzan was power-walking down the trail, along the outskirts of the encampment.
Rain, rain -
“Rain,” Kuzan groaned, drawing his coat up to his chin. Dark, damp, his suit was white, the list went on. Thankfully, he supposed, his suit made him stand out to the recruits on guard, so nobody tried to aim a rifle at him as he strode by at record pace. He just wanted to get under a blanket. Holding his coat, his esteemed admiral coat that he was probably supposed to keep clean, up and over his head would have to suffice in the meantime.
The string of salutes began as he passed one guard, then another. Although he was feeling pretty homesick for his bed, he slowed his steps until he came to a stop in front of the guards. He felt bad for not acknowledging them; they were stuck in this rain, after all.
Kuzan lifted a hand from under his coat, feeling suddenly quite sheepish for how he must have looked. “Hey,” he said, raising his voice to be heard above the rain. “Thanks for your hard work. I know it’s not fun to be out here in this. I…”
He gave pause, eyes landing on the one recruit that stuck out like a sad, wet, sore thumb. He stared for a couple of seconds, prompting some confusion from the other nearby guards, before wordlessly stepping forward and lifting the side of his coat up and out to provide coverage for her head. It was an awkward sort of rain cover, now, but his height at least made it easy to shield her from the rain, his coat fanned out like a great bird’s wing.
“What’s your name?” he asked, brow knitting. “Er, maybe I should have started with, ‘Where’s your coat?’ This is how you catch cold, miss.”
“Camel transports me across the ocean, keeps me company, cooks me food, carries my stuff... He’s pretty cool.”
Bonus:
“Ladies and gentlemen, uhh… Camel!”
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“Who’s the- K-Kuzan?! What are you doing here??? And at four in the morning??!??”
“Erm, is it four?” Kuzan rubbed his neck, sheepish. “Just woke up from a nap. Here I thought I’d slept in.”
Holding both hands up in front of himself, Kuzan fanned his fingers out with an apologetic look. “I was just passing through and thought I’d check on you. Sorry, sis! Sleep’s important, I’ll let you get back to it.”
Then he held a finger to his lips and hushed his voice. “Err, and don’t tell Camilla I woke you up at this hour? I wanna be welcome here next time I happen to be in the area…”
Merry Christmas, @littlesmokecloud-yan!! IT’S SAPPY BUT WE DESERVE THAT.. DON’T WE… You asked for art of my OTP, which was basically… a Christmas present to myself as well so thank you… please click on it I was a fool to make it horizontal
WELL TASHI… thank you for being my friend, I really appreciate you!!! and I’m glad we can share a love of this rarepair…
((ooc: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! I was working on a lot of holiday gift art, but I’m pretty much done and can now come and work on my blog again. I’ll be back to RPing and posting very, very soon! In the meantime, please enjoy this relevant gift art I drew for a friend... Kuzan got the one (1) thing he asked for this year.))
((ooc: HEY Y’ALL just wanna let you guys know that, at least for the month of December, I’ll probably be updating mostly on weekends due to the amount of Christmas artwork I’m drawing at the same time coupled with my full-time job because mun can’t time things well to save her life. Thanks for being patient!!))
Gabriel seemed to stop in her tracks. Of course she recognized the ice man. She wasn’t in HIS division at the time of him serving in the marines and was under Kizaru instead but. Boy did she recognize him as she vividly remembered him falling asleep in....odd places. She offered him a baguette from her grocery bag. “Bread?”
“Mm?” Kuzan murmured, lifting his glasses to get a better look. He was posted up on the ground in what he thought had been a decent hiding spot, right between a building and a fruit stand. The owner of said fruit stand hadn’t particularly appreciated him choosing to set up camp there, but, well. Camel was off taking a nap in the bay. He wanted a nap, too.
Instead, he scrutinized her, and then the bread, before holding a hand out for said baguette. “Is it because I look homeless?” he asked, lip curling.
Gabriel squeaked, shook her head quickly and gave him the baguette. “N-No! I mean….sort of? If I’m being honest you do look a bit homeless. But! That’s not the only reason why I’m giving you the bread!” She said quickly before composing herself.
“I recognized you back when you were a…Y’know. Anyways. You’d most likely not recognize me but…I’m recruit Gabriel Caper. I’m under Kizaru’s division but I…had to wake you up a couple times since you decided to nap in some very….odd. Places. The cupboard….in a tree…on the roof that one time….” she mumbled other locations before stopping herself.
“It must be because I haven’t shaved in a while,” Kuzan said with some exasperation. He rubbed his chin. Where even was the line between “rugged” and “homeless”, anyway?
It was hard to keep track of who had woken him up and when. Napping anywhere, anytime was just his thing. He remembered a winter when he’d been shoveling out the snow from in front of his home and had fallen asleep in the hole he’d dug, like some happy little sled dog. Asking someone his age to keep track was asking too much.
“Borsalino, huh,” he mused, tapping the baguette against his shoulder like a sword. “Well, sorry to hear that. He’s a goofball. Anyway, thanks for this. It’s not poisoned, is it?”
“Bor…Ah! Right yes. Heh. I’m so use to calling him by his alias. He’s not so bad. At least I’m not in the filing room like my friend.” She chuckled, rocking on her heels.
“And the baguette is not poisoned hopefully. I’ve been using the bakery’s bread for my lunches and I would not like to drop dead afterwards.” Gabriel smiled at the man before stepping to the side for a lady who dropped some change in front of him, muttering ‘god help that poor man.’ “Oh-“ ‘Does….does he really look that much like a hobo?!’ She thought, biting her tongue to keep herself from laughing. Which was successful! She managed to keep a straight face!
“Arara,” he said, sounding dismayed at the change lying at his feet. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to give him pity money, wouldn’t be the last. He wasn’t surprised when people didn’t recognize him, because there were a lot of people in the world, but this kind of treatment was still pretty new.
Nonetheless, he picked up the coins, blew the dust off of them, and held them out for the girl.
“There you go, bread’s paid for,” he said, motioning for her to take the change. “I don’t need it, anyway. Despite how I apparently look. Careful, stick around too long and they’re gonna think you’re with me or something.”
Gabriel seemed to stop in her tracks. Of course she recognized the ice man. She wasn’t in HIS division at the time of him serving in the marines and was under Kizaru instead but. Boy did she recognize him as she vividly remembered him falling asleep in....odd places. She offered him a baguette from her grocery bag. “Bread?”
“Mm?” Kuzan murmured, lifting his glasses to get a better look. He was posted up on the ground in what he thought had been a decent hiding spot, right between a building and a fruit stand. The owner of said fruit stand hadn’t particularly appreciated him choosing to set up camp there, but, well. Camel was off taking a nap in the bay. He wanted a nap, too.
Instead, he scrutinized her, and then the bread, before holding a hand out for said baguette. “Is it because I look homeless?” he asked, lip curling.
Gabriel squeaked, shook her head quickly and gave him the baguette. “N-No! I mean….sort of? If I’m being honest you do look a bit homeless. But! That’s not the only reason why I’m giving you the bread!” She said quickly before composing herself.
“I recognized you back when you were a…Y’know. Anyways. You’d most likely not recognize me but…I’m recruit Gabriel Caper. I’m under Kizaru’s division but I…had to wake you up a couple times since you decided to nap in some very….odd. Places. The cupboard….in a tree…on the roof that one time….” she mumbled other locations before stopping herself.
“It must be because I haven’t shaved in a while,” Kuzan said with some exasperation. He rubbed his chin. Where even was the line between “rugged” and “homeless”, anyway?
It was hard to keep track of who had woken him up and when. Napping anywhere, anytime was just his thing. He remembered a winter when he’d been shoveling out the snow from in front of his home and had fallen asleep in the hole he’d dug, like some happy little sled dog. Asking someone his age to keep track was asking too much.
“Borsalino, huh,” he mused, tapping the baguette against his shoulder like a sword. “Well, sorry to hear that. He’s a goofball. Anyway, thanks for this. It’s not poisoned, is it?”
Gabriel seemed to stop in her tracks. Of course she recognized the ice man. She wasn’t in HIS division at the time of him serving in the marines and was under Kizaru instead but. Boy did she recognize him as she vividly remembered him falling asleep in....odd places. She offered him a baguette from her grocery bag. “Bread?”
“Mm?” Kuzan murmured, lifting his glasses to get a better look. He was posted up on the ground in what he thought had been a decent hiding spot, right between a building and a fruit stand. The owner of said fruit stand hadn’t particularly appreciated him choosing to set up camp there, but, well. Camel was off taking a nap in the bay. He wanted a nap, too.
Instead, he scrutinized her, and then the bread, before holding a hand out for said baguette. “Is it because I look homeless?” he asked, lip curling.
Would you enjoy a cup of warm cocoa in these chilly times? Or are you immune to the cold weather
The cold weather doesn’t bother me one bit, but coffee keeps me awake… and it’s good with some brandy in it. Camel likes coffee, too, but he gets a little crazy on the stuff.
Ask Aokiji is now [Open!]
Ask me anything! ... er, almost anything. Camel’s here, too. Camel, say hi. ... Arara, right, you’re a penguin. See how it gets when you don’t have anyone to talk to? (chuckles)
