#flirtisms

[porpoisecaptain-blog]

well, karu-chan is pretty important to me... but i'm sure he'd agree with you being the prettiest!

          “Well... You both better be good!! I really want you both to be happy... I mean, you’re my team mates, and pretty fun to hang around too... So if I hear any kind of drama going down, you’re both running laps.”

[porpoisecaptain-blog]

aw c'mon cap, we still love ya! after all, you're the prettiest.

           “You really think I’m the prettiest? But what about Karu-chan?” He may be pouty baby about it, but he wasn’t one to step between people either, he was fair. Just jealous, very easily made so.

[spikingwithporpoise-blog]

@flirtisms

     “Matsu-senpai! You should receive some of my serves for me!” Hamakawa really didn’t ever think about who he was calling senpai as long as they were older. “I mean, if you want to of course!” He really wanted to serve a little bit so he didn’t get in any fights. Since, their manager would make sure he didn’t get to spike if he got into anymore. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight if they started it though.

[viiora-blog]

flirtisms replied to your post:✿ flirtisms                Things were finally...

{ You have succeeded omg }

{ i’m very lovable. }

[viiora-blog]

✿ flirtisms

               Things were finally calming down and it was almost time for the Straw Hats to set sail again. She would be forever grateful for saving their country from Doflamingo. The days after the fight had been her happiest in ten years and no pirate crew was as fun to be around as the one that had rescued them. Though they were all still recovering from their injuries and the fights that had taken place, the nights were long and the days more enjoyable than the last ten years put together. It was finally starting to feel like home again. 

Viola had spent most of the day in a dark part of the palace’s kitchen and though one of their cooks had offered their help, she did not want it. Her young blond savior had entered a couple of times but the former dancer had hidden somewhere every time. He was not supposed to see her or what she was doing. Not until she was done. 

She approached him later that evening, a tray in her hand and a smile on her lips. 

                         ❛ Would you try one of these cookies for me? ❛

He could eat as many as he wanted. They were for him after all. Just a small thank you compared to what he had done for her.