#waxgentleman

[horonomi]

(time TO BOTHER ) “ JESUS. ”  Mr 3 looks away, frowning; hands raised to cover his eyes after seeing her Halloween outfit. The artist then takes off his glasses so his vision is blurry enough to not see anything while talking to her. “ It's Halloween month Miss Perona! Not UNDERWEAR's competition month. ”

"Horohorohorohorohoro!!!" Oh, Galdino you naive little man. "Didn't you get the memo? Halloween is the one time a year women can be sexy and not get called a slut. Besides-" Perona's lips curl dangerously. "If you must know this costume isn't meant to wear panties with."

[sircrocodillian]

Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

"Yeah, yeah, it's me. Glad you're excited, Mr. 3, but could you keep it down? I'm trying to think."

[trulyunflowergettable]

@waxgentleman The candlelit chamber in Baroque Works’ latest hideout smelled of melted wax and Mr. 3’s nervous sweat. Nico Robin sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, a thick history tome open in her lap, but her eyes had long since drifted from the page to the scene unfolding across the room.

Mr. 3 stood stiffly before her, presenting a nearly-finished wax sculpture like a shield. The little “3” candle on his head flickered every time he swallowed. Hazel hues crinkled in amusement as she shifted, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“...Mr. 3,” she said, voice honeyed and low, “did you really think that…thing…would impress Sir Crocodile?”

Miss All-Sunday rose and circled him slowly, the way a panther circles something small and edible. “Sadly to say, it still has the structural integrity of your backbone.”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@waxgentleman continued from here:

Ikkaku rolled her eyes at Mr. 3's terse reply to her comment. "No. We Hearts like to solve our problems with weed, too. Sometimes even stronger stuff than that. When your captain can remove any poison from your system, it's easy to experiment with stuff."

Yet despite her flippancy, she was genuinely concerned for the butler's mental well-being. She eyed the stacks of paperwork on his desk, though because she was feeling a bit petty from his rudeness, she didn't bother to warn him or try to stop the tower of papers that toppled over, making a mess. However, when he apologized, she did deign to help him clean it up.

"Personally, I'd diagnose you with Stockholm Syndrome, but there's a reason I'm not a doctor," she replied. She supposed she could understand his dilemma, though. Ikkaku had hated her home island, but she'd been a bit hesitant to leave it, despite the horrors and misery. It was natural to crave familiarity, even if it was awful. And for a workaholic like Mr. 3, she supposed that spending his days looking after the castle of a man who knew how to clean up after himself would get terribly boring after a while. And now he was back in the thick of cleaning up Buggy's messes, and he was learning the hard way why the boring life had been better than the familiar one. "And if I'm honest, my suggestion for dealing with all of this paperwork would be 'burn it, along with the whole damn circus tent', but I get that's probably not really helpful. So, alcohol is gonna have to do."

Snorting at his remark about her being old enough to drink, but proud of him for taking her suggestion and putting himself first, she followed him out of the room. For all the Buggy was making him do all the real work, the clown could have at least given him a nicer area to work. Like, an executive suite or something instead of that cramped makeshift office. Maybe she'd put the fear of God into the clown later and force him to give up his own rooms or something.

"I've been legally old enough to drink since I was sixteen. At least, by the laws of Joras I was. And I'm pretty sure I was drinking stronger stuff than you'll find in the whole Grand Line to boot," she chuckled. Linking her fingers behind her head, she casually strolled alongside Mr. 3. "So, what's your poison? You a guy who drinks straight whiskey, or are you secure enough in your own masculinity to enjoy a fruity cocktail?"

[goshiikkuburcdo]

waxgentleman asked: Badly describe my muse in my inbox> " Lonely self-retired dracula-esque man that would rather lose both of his arms than remember employees birthdays, ga ne. "

This is what he got for making any sort of allowance for critique from his underlings. Of course they would leap at the chance to go overboard with it.

The swordsman's eye's momentarily narrowed before quickly rolling upward towards the brim of his hat.

"I see. So this is how it is. I am away for an extended amount of time and upon my return I receive no welcome. No exclamation of worry for my well being." Mihawk wasn't deeply concerned with this, but if he was to be harassed he would return the favor.

With a sigh Mihawk stalks away with intent. A few minutes later he returns, setting a crate in front of the other. He isn't the best at gift giving, or being around when important dates come around but now and again he makes the attempt.

Within the crate, the dramatic butler would find a ruffled dress shirt, several bow ties with varying designs and colors, bejeweled hair decorations that Mihawk had hoped the man would be able to use and from his own private store, an old bottle of wine. Something he didn't often share. Something rich and deep with all of the hints of exotic fruits, plump grapes and even what he had thought were notes that reminded him of the sun itself. Perhaps he would be able to find someone special to share it with.

"It wasn't as if I completely forgot you Galdino. However, it is difficult removing the seas of pestilent marines and being conveniently close to home for every purpose."

"I fear to ask what you've gotten up to these long months."

[ravarui]

@waxgentleman liked this for a short starter Starring Mr 3 & Shanks

It's been quiet a while since they stopped by on Karai Bari. Things had been eventful in his own territory, keeping the emperor from paying a visit.

The moment he's off the ship, his eyes zero in on a very familiar hairstyle in the distance and he's calling out for the man before he can vanish again.

"OI! GALDINO!"

He's waving at him, undeterred as he makes his way towards him.

"My favorite alcohol supplier! How have you been?! We didn't see each other in ages!"

[sun-pirate-princess]

@waxgentleman: Cont. from X

Momoiro island was a spot he visited regularly by now, wherever if was to place flowers at his fallen comrade’s grave or to keep a peaceful relationship due Cross Guild. The artist was always the one asked to go…. and every time, he would listen to the same thing from the Queen of that place: Listen, since you’re here (....) No one was to blame, his powers were useful after all; fixing buildings, making new ones. He had to indulge even if some requests made him doubt his good faith. “ Young lady! Pleeeeeaaaase! Do not sneak up behind others like that! Uah! ” Mr 3 stopped his work as the sudden voice slightly spooked him out, turning immediately. For his luck, was just one of Sabo’s little friends.“ Oh my feeble heart. ” Mr 3 pushes his glasses in, now speaking in a calmer manner.  “ Indeed, ga ne. I ate the Doru doru no mi, which makes me a Wax Man as they say. Although, sculpting things is solely on my own merit. ”  As he explained, in the palm of his hands something started to take form in the shape of a star, and when it was done. He hold it the little object between fingers as he displayed it. “—but by all means, is there anything I shall help you with? I DO HOPE isn’t about painting nails again. I’m an artist not a manicurist..”

"Wax, you say? How interesting." Koala leaned in and began to inspect the work he was currently constructing. The quality of wax was impressive. This man was obviously a master of his craft and quite familiar with the powers of his devil fruit. She can appreciate a handy person. Especially one that was more than willing to hel the Revolution from time to time.

"Oh no, nothing like that." She straightened up and pressed a hand to her mouth. Her ever present smile only barely just hidden by her fingers. Watching, cataloguing, the man as they spoke. "I simply like to meet all of Iva's guests. It's only safe for a lady to know the company she is keeping, hmm?"

She offered out a hand to him in greeting. "I know we've seen one another in passing but it's rude not to give a formal introduction. My name's Koala."

She motioned to one of the building nearby that looked to be freshly repair. "Is all this your handy work?"

[bybrophelia]

"I guess it won't hurt fill these, ga ne! With all due respect."

"Wait . . ." confusion commandeered her features. Knitted brows sat atop wide eyes of umber. Her lips twisted and rounded with words that never fully formed. A sheepish smile peeled her lips back. "Uhm . . . why did you specify for friends? Was this . . . not for friends? What else would it be for?"

game: chemistry bingo! ( accepting )