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When Jack Skellington reaches out to give you a hug, it’s got to mean something! #nobonesaboutit #eerie #jackskellington (at Portishead, North Somerset) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj09pDJMkMDjroQm83VLykIiZrQOnWzgPmgsS00/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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✉ @nobonesaboutit said: "Yohohoho! Happy birthday Nami-san! Tell me, is there a request you'd like me to play?" Brooke says this as he is already playing a fancy rendition of the classic birthday song, it is also noted that out of respect for this day he has restrained himself from asking to see her panties.
Brook's musical antics had been going on for the better part of the day now, no doubt from the demands that Luffy continued sending his way, spewing something about important celebrations like birthdays needing constant music. One thing Nami was appreciative of had been the utter lack of panty questions thrown at both her and Robin. She smiled at his question, head tilting back to look up at Brook from her position laying in the grass. There had been one song that he hadn't played yet today, surprisingly. ❝ Thank you, Brook... As for a request... ❞ Nami hummed, bringing the hand not holding her drink up to her pursed bottom lip in thought, making it seem like she didn't already have the choice picked out. Eyebrows furrowed, really laying it on thick before her lips stretched out into a warm smile. ❝ How about Bink's Sake? Something all of us can enjoy on such a nice evening. ❞ Without fail there was a loud whoop of excitement from across the lawn deck, quickly followed by a couple more from other members of the crew. After giving Brook a wink, she returned her gaze back up to the slowly darkening sky, hand resting back on her stomach where she began gently tapping to the rhythm of the song, nothing but a content warmth filling up her chest.
::( @nobonesaboutit from here! )::
“...”
Remarkably, Apalla stayed speechless as she watched the skeleton somehow drink the milk, a mixture of horror and fascination on her face as her eyes darted around his skull. She tried her hardest to fathom where the milk could have possibly gone, but with no luck.
She was so shaken, in fact, that it took her a few moments to register that he was speaking again.
“What....? Oh uh, no. I don’t wear those.”
The question at least appeared to have snapped her out of her trance, as she took a step forward to peer into where his eyes were supposed to be.
“What are you? A ghost?”
Answer to {🌸} — @nobonesaboutit
“Great. This year we are going to make a little surprise for him and Nami and I will be Santa’s elves..." The brunette sighs heavily, following orders from they insistent captain.
But even though she was tired because of the preparations, she was very happy to be able to celebrate with her friends. It would be wonderful to see the smile of joy on the little doctor's innocent face. “So if you need voices to sing, your elves are very well prepared.”
@nobonesaboutit asked: "What are you doing if I may ask?" Brook thought it was best to entertain himself by shadowing their allied surgeon for the day while also enjoying some tea that seemed to mysteriously disappear the moment the fluid passed his jawbone.
Unprompted
He hears the slurping right behind him and an eye twitches. Law feels the presence looming behind him, watching him despite a lack of eyes. In fact, this particular Straw Hat can do a lot of things he shouldn’t be capable of. For instance, you can’t slurp tea if you have no lips, nor can you drink it if you have no throat. A walking medical anomaly that makes zero sense. Law was entirely planning to ignore him as long as possible but the skeletal freak show has decided to make a nuisance out of himself.
Shoulders tense with the question, his grip tightening on the book in his hand. A deep breath has him forcing himself to relax and then Law spins on his heels. Gold eyes glare up at the curious skeletal musician. His professional gaze takes in that crack in Brook’s skull and the positioning of his bones. An eyebrow twitches at the sight of all that hair squarely situated on his skull. That makes even less sense. How the hell does hair root itself into bone?
“I was plannin’ on doing some quiet study ... if I can get any peace and quiet on this insane ship,” Law hisses, words starting out strong before they slip into grumblings.
He watches Brook take another sip of his tea, the liquid just vanishing when it should be splashing all over his rib cage. His jaw tightens, the Hearts Captain hating the bout of curiosity this sight brings forth. Brook may not have any organs that Law can enjoy studying but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have that itch to understand how any of this impossible creature functions.
“The hell do you want, Bone-ya?” he asks, that glare back in full force. “You’ve been ... Well, I can’t really say ‘breathin’ down my neck’ but you get what I’m goin’ for.”
❝ No... not you too, Brook. ❞
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