Little Rabbit eyes Mihawk as he continues to read the paper, only taking an occasional sip from his mug of coffee. It’s too early for wine, they insisted as they shoved a mug in place. An act that would normally kill the average person, given Mihawk’s poorly-hidden pettiness. But he remained calm the entire while. Even his trademark scowl didn’t appear to have any additional wrinkles, any particular malice.
“Are you going to kill me?” they suddenly blurt out. Immediately they regret it. They didn’t even have time to register his golden hawk eyes snap up to them; they only knew that they felt a chill run up their spine first. Now there was something new in those handsomely intimidating features of his — but they couldn’t quite tell exactly what.
Anger? Betrayal? …Bemusement?
“Of course I plan on killing you.” His voice cuts through the quiet with the sharpness of Yoru. Rabbit gulps.
“I’m well aware that my patience can be tried, so I thought I would play the long game with you. That is why I let you stay in my home; why I’ve given you a room complete with clothing suited to your tastes. I teach you to how to manage my precious garden so I can get as much labor out of you as possible before I have to do it myself. I invite you to dine with me to keep an eye on you. I train you not to defend yourself, but so you’ll put up more of a fight for my amusement. I ask you if there is anything you’d like before I leave not because I want to provide you comfort, but to lure you into a false sense of security.
“I’m uncertain if I should be shocked that it took you this long to figure it out, or disappointed that it will be harder to play this game. Not much harder; but harder.”
The sudden flick of the paper is enough to cause the skittish thing to jump. They’re not entirely certain if they’ve pissed him off, but they’d rather not stick around to find out. Stammering, they thank him for fixing breakfast before swiftly picking up their dishes to clean them. As they cautiously take his plate away, they swear they hear him muttering:
“Foolish rabbit. Bunny Foofoo.”
No, they couldn’t have heard Dracule Mihawk of all people saying that. Certainly, he was prone to taunting and applying nicknames to his victims. But “Bunny Foofoo” was too far, surely a trick of their frazzled mind. It was too…juvenile, too silly.
But as they pumped water into the sink to let the dishes soak, they paused.
Aside from everything else, it was kind of cute…Far too cute for the likes of Dracule Mihawk to use, even to the object of his tolerance…
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