✧.    “ Hostage ? ”   he repeated, letting out a guffaw as he waved over one of his surrounding crew to bring out some sake. Hostage, heh !  As if they’d ever stoop that low; although the way the marine dismissed his worth brought a small scowl to his face. Whether the young man before him were cabin boy, soldier or admiral, shouldn’t the Navy care about him ?  Garp and Sengoku cared about their men. Bah.

     His attention was dragged away from those thoughts as he caught the two bottles Spencer tossed his way with a cheerful thanks, offering one out towards their guest with a friendly grin.

“ I wouldn’t call it that now. Rayleigh’s taking care of the rest of your friends, and there’s nothing we could ever want that would need a hostage, ”   his nose wrinkling briefly at the mere concept, before chuckling again   “ Wahaha, it’s not our style. Far too cowardly for my tastes, you don’t think ? ”   nor would it be any fun.

ლ.    Rice crackers. If he were an honest believer, he’d thank whatever gods there were for the holy snack, one of the few things Sengoku and him could always agree upon.

     ( and if they made for good stress snacks, well. anyone in their right mind wouldn’t bring it up to his face. )

     He laughed as he walked, enjoying the feeling on sun on his face  ( are you safe to feel it too, Luffy - ? )  while munching from the bag of rice crackers he most certainly did not acquire from Sengoku when the man’s back was turned. It was a great day and he was eating his favorite snack... and yet he still felt restless. The recent news had filled him with pride — not that he was  ‘ allowed ’  to talk about it  — and with worry all the same. It was pointless to think further on it, he knew. The damn brats could take care of each other and themselves, and yet—

      Whatever !  Maybe he’d go pick on some new recruits, train them a bit to get rid some of the reckless energy stored within him. The idea sounded solid, and yet another great idea crossed his mind as he noticed a very interesting figure nearby; grin stretching across his face at the sight. 

“ Oh !!  Borsalino ! ”

     Garp let out a loud guffaw as he approached his fellow marine in long strides, enthusiastically patting his colleague on the back in his typical far-from-gentle fashion. The perfect  target  marine to  annoy  discuss his job with !  He always did have fun with the little challenges he set up for himself in trying to get the Admiral to break his whole cool facade. Who did the guy think he was ?  Kuzan ?  Bwahah ! 

⚔ “Regrettably so.“ And he would lie, would he claim the injury had not left a mark; not a visible one, just... a slight tingle, now and then. Not necessarily pleasant, of course. 

❝ No, you’ll split an actual watermelon so we can have a nice cocktail. ❞

Kindly, die. / @zahraalgernon​

❝ We’ve been over this so many times, darling, it’s getting rather repetitive. ❞

kuzan vc: i froze u once and i'd do it again / @aokhieji​

❝ I might be into it. Fuck around and find out~ ❞

❤️❤️❤️❤️ / @tragicomors​

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