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[barabarano-buggy]

"Shit, how the fuck are they out of red?" came the murmured hiss, large form enshrouded in black feathers approaching the other's side. A glance down to the equally garish stranger told Corazon he wasn't the only one with such a problem as running low on makeup. "Seems like it's a popular choice. You too, huh?"

“YOU’RE KIDDING ME!!” Buggy was equally as irritated by the lack of selection and hardly noticed the giant figure standing next to him. “Came all this flashy way and they’re OUT!?” He snorted, clearing irritated, and crossed his arms with a nod- agreeing with whoever it was talking to him. “Mm, yeah. Better not be the only place on this sh*tty island! You know any other places around here?” Finally, he looked up and saw the towering man, the black feathers from his jacket slightly tickling at his side. He could smell smoke but he assumed that was just from the cigarette. “HEY! YOU’VE GOT SOME FLASHY STYLE!! GYAhahaha!!!” Maybe it wasn’t the cigarette though? He could feel a sudden heat emanating from the man, and eventually the orange flickering of flames came into view. “Eh-- Y-You-- You’re on fire.”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

"What do you think Law'd do if I got married...?" Apparently not a serious thought, or at least he seemed calm, chin resting in palm, elbow on his knee, cigarette of course lit.

Ikkaku blinked in surprise at the question, but tapped a finger to her chin as she considered it. Law was, naturally, quite protective of his savior, but he wanted him to be happy, right? But marriage also meant Corazon might leave him, and she wasn’t sure her captain was quite ready to let him go.

Hell, she wasn’t sure she was, either, but he deserved a happy life after everything he’d gone through. She cared about him too much to hold him back for her own sake.

“Honestly, I think that depends on who you were marrying,” she admitted with an uncertain shrug. “I mean, if he thought the person was an asshole, or an enemy, or just not worthy, he’d probably throw a fit or quietly...get rid of your lover if you weren’t willing to listen to reason. If it were someone decent, though, who genuinely loved you and would keep you safe and happy...I think it would hurt him to see you leave, but he’d put your feelings before his. He’d probably be sulky and sour for weeks after. Which, I gotta tell ya, your mystery bride or groom had better be worth putting us all through that.”

She paused a moment to kick some dirt onto his shoe to put out the small fire that had started due to fallen embers. A man this accident-prone really shouldn’t smoke, at least not without supervision. “Why? You been secretly seeing someone and lookin’ to pop the question? Maybe you should ask Law for some new lungs as a wedding present so you can actually live a long, wedded life.”

[shambledsurgeon]

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"Hold hands, obviously! Then I can spin you in the air."

“Don’t you think I’m a little old...and big for that, Cora-san?”

[tryferotis]

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ME I WANT A HUG

        HE’S READY TO GIVE YOU ALL THE HUGS.

[caelestisdemon]

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Little Doffy slapped those big hands away from his cheeks, hopefully before it was too late. Unfortunately for the young Donquixote, his cheeks were still sore to the touch from the rough treatment they were just put through. If he had to guess, they were also probably turning a nice rosy color too, something he didn’t need to happen right now. Who was this strange man anyways? And what was with all that makeup?

Whatever, getting lost was not on his agenda today, but here he was. And not only that, now that he was looking up, and up at this stranger, something seemed familiar about him that the small child couldn’t quite place, but it was there. Oh well, not like he was gonna stick around long anyways, he just wanted to know why he got his cheeks pinched out of nowhere.

“Why’d you go and do that eh? Don’t you know who I am?”

[wendyfulmother]

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“You look wonderful!” The child beamed happily, a light giggle following soon after. “Those colors really suit you! They bring out your eyes!” Innocent words spoken by the little girl, glancing up with twinkling teal irises. 

[vice-admiral-vergo]

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A silent nod of acknowledgement was initially provided to the other. What does one to say someone he has little care or empathy towards anyways? Best not to test his luck, pointing to the side of his own face to signal that something was stuck. Seems the other had coffee recently. 

Silence took place while the blond was observed catiouslly behind darkened lenses, indifferent eyes sharing the lack of empathy for the other barely blinking. Perhaps a talent, perhaps he had trained himself to keep blinking to a minimum, or perhaps just the effect his sunglasses had on his eyes, letting them relax.

The hand slowly reached where the blond had pointed to, picking up the spoon left from a coffee he had half an hour ago. He looked at it and put it away, focusing on the man again. “ Thank you. ” He was a man of few words, unless caught in a proper conversation. “ Is there something you want from me? ”

[klawznjawz]

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The gator man was fascinated by it. Not so much the feathers themselves, but the fact that someone out there actually collected a bunch of black feather from probably a bunch of black birds. Then they took those feathers and spent several hours making that thing. “It just seem like a hassle to make something like that. Replacing it’s got to be a pain! I mean, if they were fake, then they just take a bunch of those feather scarf thingies and put them together.” Klaus replied, the expression showed some deep level of thinking, probably more than he was used to.

Klaus wasn’t the smartest guy out there but when he did think about things, he tended to thing about some of the oddest and unimportant things. Today the crocodile man had found a new victim of for his seemingly bizarre curiosity. It didn’t matter that this man was a complete stranger and he hadn’t even bothered to even introduce himself.