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Shanks and Mihawk have never been ones for labeling their relationship. A drink and a duel. A duel and a drink. It's become their routine, until Shanks decides it's time to reveal that he has a daughter.
For as focused and sure Shanks had been with each strike during his duel with Mihawk, his mind clearly wandered elsewhere since the pair had finished.
Both men–beaten, bloodied, and exhausted–searched for an inn on the large island near the empty, now demolished island that they’d fought on, in search of a hot meal and a warm shower. It had become a routine for this thing that neither of them had been interested in giving a name.
This time, however, Mihawk’s expectations of the evening differed greatly from what he’d grown accustomed to.
Normally chatty and boisterous, Shanks remained silent during their meal. His eyes didn’t wander to the pretty barmaid the way they usually did when she refilled their tankards again and again. Though strange, the behavior seemed easy enough to explain away by his potential exhaustion after a four day battle.
Besides, if Shanks couldn’t come out and say whatever was on his mind, it was of no concern to Mihawk. Neither of them were ones to check in or ask prying questions.
They were young; Mihawk valued his solitude and Shanks his freedom. It was part of what made their relationship (though they dared not to call it such) so maddening. Even so, neither bothered to change what worked for them these past few years since their initial meeting and subsequent duel.
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