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"And here I wen think *my* eyebags were Gucci... Damn." (@windsofalola. We haven't interacted yet and I feel I should fix that so.. )
"...."
He has no idea what that means.
And he's not glaring-- this is his 'nice guy' face. It sure looks like he has an attitude, though.
"I NEVER THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST PICK THINGS IN THE WILD that were safe to eat." Their first trip into the Scarlet Forest awakened a childish curiosity in him that he hadn't quite shown in front of Reverto before. Their few friendly conversations had started to bear fruit, for the otherwise shy and quiet youth had begun to partake in conversation more.
Reverto was showing him—what else—mushrooms. Among those selected for the expedition, the hunter had a most peculiar fascination with them. He'd go on about how they were essential to any hunter's needs, both for meals and medicine alike.
"Back in my village, we'd grow the food we ate . . . I never even thought other people could hunt monsters for food before I left . . ." He fidgets, and folds one hand over the other, a thumb running over the back of his palm anxiously. Even between the joys, his mind found itself still wandering back to his home, to the people he called his family . . .
@a-musing-mixologist liked for reverto!
@a-musing-mixologist said : [ BLOCK ]: (Killer, how 'bout that sparring practice!)
The clashing of the swords! ~ accepting
[ BLOCK ]: sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.
Sparring with Killer was always a tough sort of training. The man didn't have much trouble keeping up with the skeleton's movements. The loud clinging of their blades echoed over the field for the last couple of hours and both of them seemed a little out of breath. At the moment Brook and Killer stood at the stalemate. Brook pressing into his attack, hoping to take a short break, knowing well that in terms of raw strength the masked man had far more advantage over him.
"Nee, gasp... Killer-san... Gasp... You still having fun?" The old pirate grinned, looking into the empty holes of Killer's mask.
i don't need you breathing over my shoulder.
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“Then don't be so climbable?” Stretching his neck out to see exactly what the man is working on was an option but scurrying onto the red-heads shoulder just feels right so he does.
“Lemme see Jaggy!”
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Sanji’s love of food was something that he discovered from the moment he came across his first cookbook and the many times he used to sneak into the kitchen. But that was before he managed to escape from Germa with the help of Reiju despite crossing paths with the man who he refused to claim as his father. He wasn’t a Vinsmoke, he never would be.
“You know how to cook though even if it's just a hobby, it was the same for me growing up until I wanted it to become something more. I didn’t want to become a pawn in my father’s desires.”
He could tell that the food which Killer put together already wasn’t bad especially if his crew had no complaints about the taste. He knew what he was doing while Sanji was relieved to hear that the food wasn’t wasted. Wasted food was the one thing he hated the most.
“I can give you some. I have plenty to share.”
@a-musing-mixologist said: Kid VC: Nobody needs to know that. :/ @aamaranthiine said: Thea pressing the bottom button like a cat would put its paws on something it shouldnt.
He wants to say something mean so bad but he doesn't want to get drawn into anyone's pace especially the youngsters.
Gilded eyes blinked open slowly.
It was hard to see. Nothing was in focus and everything was so... dark. In a flash of panic Kaoru tried to sit up and realised it was the worst mistake he could’ve made. Pain surged behind his eyes and his hand shot up to cradle his head. Something tube-like hit him.
“What the...”
“Good evening, Master.”
“Carla...? What happened?” The last he’d remembered was that beef with... with... The pain and sluggishness was interfering with his thought.
“You were injured and are now in the hospital. The time is 0325hrs.”
“Th... thank you. Could you call the doctor?”
“Calling None Pizza All Beef.”
“No Carla, not that idi-”
Too late.
Kaoru heard the distinct sound of Kojirou’s ringtone just outside the room. Who even had ringtones these days? Why was the muscle gorilla outside? Too many questions and his head hurt. Kaoru groaned, clutching the blanket till his knuckles went white.
streli being a mentor to fret vc sho being a mentor to fret
