Do You Have Anything For Me?

-I'm Thatch Moretti, age 26 and I work as a chef. If you want more, you'll have to give me something in return.- {{Associated with Underworld Revolution}} {{single-ship Modern!Thatch}} Relationship Satus: Single

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//redoing theme and such

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Food for Thought || anevanescentdeparture and scoutingthefeast

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"Yup. He moved into the apartments, yoi. His name is Trafalgar Law." A chuckle slipped past his lips. "Apparently we’re getting him a car so he can make house calls. Since we both know I’d never head over to one." Never in a billion years. Unless it was his kind of house call.

The large tiger lounged out on the couch, floor still a bit bloody from the wrestling match that had happened. He dozed lazily, ears flicking towards them at Marco’s approach and eyes cracking open before shutting again. “Of course I named him Shere Khan! What’s wrong with that?” He sat down on the sofa with the animal, leaning back against its furry torso to which it paid no notice of.

"Well?" A wide smirk, "what do you think?"

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"Hmm, hope he can handle all the stuff you get into," Thatch smiled, his tone joking. He knew that if Marco seemed to like him, then he was a good doctor and would be a great asset to the gang.

His smile fell and all color drained off his face when he finally saw Marco's 'pet'. He had seen the blonde have many dangerous pets but this took it to a whole new level. "What do I think?"

He ran a hand through his hair, a little nervous that his friend was lounging about with a tiger. "Well, it is a very lovely color and looks oh so soft and cuddly. I understand the name now, too."

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The younger man chewed slowly, contemplating what to say. What would his brother say here, he wondered? An almost wry smile came to his lips. From how it sounded, his brother wouldn’t be here, so how could he know what he’d say?

"Waiting for Marco to get back," he decided on. "This city’s so boring without that sadistic man around." Eh, who really cared about pretending? Ace was capable enough of defending should it come to that, and he’d already seen the side of this man he’d wanted to see. The one he wouldn’t find on his own.

[scoutingthefeast]

"Waiting for Marco?" Something was definitely up. Ace would never wait around at Marco's house. If he needed him Thatch always thought the younger man would go and find him. 

The brunette bit his lip, concerned but he started to put the food away once again. "You can't find something to do? Ha, never thought I see the day," He closed the fridge. "You two get closer lately or something?" 

[scoutingthefeast]

Excuses excuses...

"God," Thatch groaned, dropping his bags on the floor and kicking the door closed behind him. He trudged his way through his apartment and to his room where he promptly collapsed. 

I hate flying.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and plugged it in to charge. When he knew it was charged enough to use, he rolled onto his back and set to work. Going to new messages, the brunette made a mass text.

To: All contacts

[Text] had to go to a convention if i wanted to keep my job. phone died. no charger. srry. need me. call.

It was to late at night for him to care about spelling or proper grammar. Thatch set the phone on his night stand and crawled under his covers.

I'll deal with everything in the morning.

He drifted to sleep.

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Dead and Gone by T.I. ft Justin Timberlake

[littleasianflowerfuck]

The First Night Meeting

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Stepping under the food stales top Izo looked at the cooking food. The amount of steam that arose from the stall was doubled with the coldness of the air. Sweet and salty smell wafted about the air from the sizzling food within the stall. Dark eyes looking around a smell frown formed on his lips. This wasn’t the stall, the stall that he smelled had spice. Spice that he was starting to crave now.

Heading back out to the main walk way Izo started going from one stall to the next in search of the spice he craved. He got everything that he didn’t want, salty, sweet, hot, cold, sour. Just where could the stall featuring spice and chili seeds be.

Starting to loose how Red letters on a sign and the painted flames that lick the words, he knew that had to be the one. Hurrying over to the stall his quest was soon interrupted as he was shot backwards into the crowd from rebounding off another. Looking up on the male he ran into he was wearing mostly white and his hair was that of light brown.

Getting back to his feet in a hurry an embarrassed blush coated his cheeks. Hands finding the tops of his thighs Izo bowed for his rudeness. Huger forgotten for the moment Izo had some more pressing matters to attend.

"I’m extremely sorry for running into you, it was all my fault I was hungry and I wasn’t looking."

[scoutingthefeast]

This seems a good place to start. Thatch looked over the food, he wan't exactly fond of spicy things but they smelled delicious. He walked a little closer to order but suddenly felt a solid weight slam into his chest. He stumbled back a little bit but managed to stay on his feet. 

Thatch looked down at the person who ran into. Full-face mask and matching pirate hat and coat. They were very slim and a lot shorter than he was. A little odd for an adult to be wearing that.

Before he could offer a hand to help them up, said individual jumped to their feet. Thatch had to focus to be able to understand their apology. Definitely foreign. "No no!" He said quickly. "Its my fault too. I wasn't paying attention!"

He stepped a little closer and leaned forward slightly. "Are you okay?"

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This caused the blonde to smirk. Thatch always was the wary one of his friends. “Now now, the doctor isn’t seedy at all, for once. And he’s already been here.” The bloody rag was deposited carelessly on the counter and he patted the chef on the back. 

"Shere Khan will only try to kill you if you decide to wrestle with him like a certain freckled man." Though, he wasn’t surprised when Ace had decided to "test the tiger’s strength" by wrestling him. Surprisingly docile for the breed, Shere Khan had easily taken the moment of provocation to nom on his body parts.

The blonde headed back towards the living room, inspecting Thatch to follow. “Besides, it was just some affectionate love nips. No serious damage.” Nothing too permanent, anyway.

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"Oh really?" Thatch was shocked. Not because the doctor wasn't seedy but because there had been a doctor there. "We got a new one? Who is it?"

He followed after the blonde man, absentmindedly looking at his surroundings. He had always thought Marco had the nicest house he had ever seen. In fact, he was a little jealous.

"Wait, wait," He stopped. "You named your pet Shere Khan?"

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A head popped out from around the corner from the living room. “Hey Thatch,” the blonde greeted, smiling and walking into the kitchen behind him, hands being cleaned of blood with a rag. “I didn’t know you were coming over today. And you brought food, great. I was almost out.”

Cooking was… not the Underboss’s strong point. Marco’s dishes were known for their lethalness no matter how hard he tried to not make them fatal to consume. The task had quickly been abandoned, readily agreeing to having his food supplied through their intel officer/chef, Thatch. 

"You came at a great time, too." Excitement of a dangerous kind sparked in those cerulean orbs as he leaned against the counter and smirked at his friend. "I got a new pet. Wanna meet him?"

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"Yeah, I thought you would be," Thatch eyed the bloody rag warily as he put the containers of food into the fridge. He quickly arranged them so the older food was upfront and the older in the back, hoping that would be easier for the blonde.

He rose from his kneeling position and looked at the other man. He grimaced at his words. When Marco was excited it was never good and usually ended in a corpse or in someone being close to death.

Thatch raised an eyebrow. "You have a new pet?" He wondered if it was some new type of fish. No. He wouldn't be this excited. "Sure. But first, is it going to kill me or end in a trip to some seedy doctor?"

[scoutingthefeast]

Going to First Night

Alone.

Marco won't be around for me to bother him this year so I have to find some other form of entertainment.

[littleasianflowerfuck]

The First Night Meeting

Having been overly excited for the ‘First Night' the Asian was going to go all out. Looking at all of his gear he grinned with complete approval. Simplistic mask, porcine lips painted red and the golden edge highlighting the mask. Having thought this out a bit Izo had prepared a little 'costume' to go with his mask. Big and flamboyant pirate hat covering the top of his mask and head it went along well with his purple pirate coat.

Leaving his kind classmates apartment Izo made his way to main festival grounds. Lights shining bright in the usually dark shroud of night with warmed the Asian with excitement as he grew closer to his destination. 

Noise growing louder it was still a rather big change for the male. His home country being a lot quieter then America it was very foreign but he was growing more and more use to it as time grew on. 

Walking through the street without a worry Izo looked at the stalls that were around. Stalls that smelt of food, stalls carrying laughter with the games they held. Musics thrummed in the air songs of different sorts played all around. Smile widening behind the mask the smell of spices drew him into a food stall near by feet being guided by his stomach.

[scoutingthefeast]

Thatch liked this time of year. While he did bring up some memories he would rather not deal with, he always had fun. He loved the music, the food, and the snow. The family he had made was there for him and they provided him with some of his best memories. Yes, he always had a good time.

He was, however, just a little upset that this year he would be spending First Night alone. Usually he had Marco to bother at the event but the blonde had been unable to come with him. Sighing, Thatch walked into his living room and slipped his coat on and draped his scarf over his shoulders. He picked up his mask and put it on after he had made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Leaving the apartment complex he called home, Thatch immediately turned to take the shortest route to the festivities. As he approached the festivities, the music and other sounds reached his ears and a smile spread across his face.

The first thing he did every First Night was go to the food stalls so he made his way to them. In the past his friends would joke that he would get fat with the amount he ate. He smiled as he quietly walked past the stalls looking for the food he wanted to start with.

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Riot ||ScoutingTheFeast & TartarosDaemonium

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Zoro pressed the button and the light of the room shut off. It was a very useful device that he used a lot of times in the army. It didn’t work only with the light, it cut off the electricity of anything that needed it in 250 meters range. It was his turn now.

He moved stealthily between the people in the room, until he was right behind his victim. He wasn’t that stupid to bring something as big as his katana to a party, because everyone would notice, but he wasn’t disarmed. 

On his right hand he had a simple knife, one of the knives that were all around the room. More than enough to kill someone instantly if you were skilled enough and knew the weak spots of the anatomy. And Zoro knew them after all those years in the army. 

In a quick movement, the knife drilled the chest of his target, finding the resistance of a rib, but Zoro was applying that force that it broke, reaching the heart.

Instant death.

A smug grin appeared on his lips while he felt how the body lost the strenght and fell, while he walked againg towards the spot in which he was before, still smirking. And the light came back again.

But the screaming started too. “My name is-” but the people screaming histerically  ’he’s dead’ never let him continue.

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Lights out.

Thatch tensed up and reached for the knife on the table in front of him. He looked around hoping his eyes would adjust quickly and he could see what was happening.

He knew the man that he was talking to was gone. Where he went, he didn't know. He heard a few people gasp and chatter quietly, asking what happened.

When the lights came up, the green haired man was standing in front of him smiling. Thatch raised an eyebrow as the man started to talk.

"He's dead!"

The screams reached him and Thatch whipped his head around to look in the direction of the voice. There was the host. Dead. A knife sticking out of his chest. "Oh my god," He muttered. What the hell?

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I don’t wanna live, I don’t wanna breathe

'Les I feel you next to me

You take the pain I feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

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Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars, yeah we’ll be counting stars I see this life like a swinging vine Swing my heart across the line And my face is flashing signs Seek it out and you shall find Old, but I’m not that old Young, but I’m not that bold I don’t think the world is sold I’m just doing what we’re told I feel something so right Doing the wrong thing I feel something so wrong Doing the right thing I could lie, coudn’t I, could lie Everything that kills me makes me feel alive Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars

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Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be, we’ll be counting stars I feel the love and I feel it burn Down this river, every turn Hope is a four-letter word Make that money, watch it burn Old, but I’m not that old Young, but I’m not that bold I don’t think the world is sold I’m just doing what we’re told I feel something so wrong Doing the right thing I could lie, could lie, could lie Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be, we’ll be counting stars Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Everything that kills me makes feel alive Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be counting stars Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard, Said, no more counting dollars We’ll be, we’ll be, counting stars Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt Take that money Watch it burn Sink in the river The lessons are learnt

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Food for Thought || anevanescentdeparture and scoutingthefeast

"Son of a-" Thatch hissed under his breath as he stumbled with the bags of food hanging over his arms. He stopped when he realized a kid was standing not far from him and was staring. "Heh, sorry," He waved slightly and scurried towards Marco's place.

Mumbling to himself, he walked up the steps to Marco's door. He knocked on the door twice and opened the door. Most people would be scared of walking into a deranged killer's house, Thatch thought to himself as he kicked his shoes off by the door.

"Marco!" He called out. Not hearing a response, he placed the bags on the kitchen counter. "Where are you?" 

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Unexpected Guest || scoutingthefeast & deathfallsinspades

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Pulling some food out, Ace eyed it with delight. Wow. This was much better looking that the stuff he normally tried to eat, especially when he’d been the one who cooked it. “Sure,” Ace agreed, only mostly telling the truth. How could he pass this stuff up? “Getting killed would be bad,” he agreed jokingly, sending the man a crooked grin.

Looking completely like he knew where everything was, Ace hopped across the kitchen to grab a fork before returning. A container was poked open, bringing a delicious aroma forth. “This looks really good!” Now I just need to figure out his name. He glanced down at his phone, hoping for a return text from his twin.Thatch. Perfect.

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"Thanks, Ace!" Thatch smiled at the younger man. Something seemed a little different about him but Thatch couldn't quite figure it out. Deciding it was nothing, he finished taking all of the food out of the bags and set to putting them in the fridge.

"So," Thatch paused and addressed the dark haired man. He turned to face him. "What are you doing here?" 

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[Text] Why am I friends with a wanted criminal?

[Text] Oh c’mon, I’ve been wanted for years.

[Text] And because you love me.

[Text] And without you I would starve.

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[Text] Second date, actually.

[Text] We tortured someone on top of Toei for the first.

[Text] They provided the nerve-gas. 

[scoutingthefeast]

[Text] Sounds lovely.

[Text] Aw

[Text] That was sweet of them.

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[Text] Why am I friends with a wanted criminal?

[Text] Oh c’mon, I’ve been wanted for years.

[Text] And because you love me.

[Text] And without you I would starve.

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[Text] Well

[Text] I went on a date

[Text] And we nerve-gassed a christmas party.

[scoutingthefeast]

[Text] Wait.

[Text] You had a date? And they allowed you to nerve-gas a party? 

[Text] Well, they're a keeper.