#criiiticalassault

" — oi, " a backhanded slap to finlay's chest to get his attention. the young lion lets piercing cerulean hues flicker between his dearest friend to the redhead across the dojo. menacing smirk tugs at either corner of his lips. after all, where these boys went, trouble was sure to follow. it's all too telling that jay's up to no good the way his face lights up. " . . . look, mate ! that's her, that's who i was talking about last night ! "

TXT : i miss you two 🥺

CONTACT: GABE. [msg - delivered]: I know dogs have a habit of humping everything in sight. [msg - delivered]: but geez. [msg - delivered]: chill out.

Since he had been weighing out his options on signing with the E or not, Zilla made it a point to make an appearance at the latest show. He made sure to stay out of view from anyone, but still monitored everything very closely. To say he was impressed by Kendall would have been an understatement. She had managed to crawl her way up to the top in just three short months. It made him wonder what his run would be like once he made his debut as well. “Aye,” he smirked as he approached her, the confidence in him bubbling over to the surface. “You did good out there, I could have done better, but this ain’t bout me right now.”

“Oh…Sanji.” Nami called out from her room. She was using the rare opportunity to work on her map since the crew wasn’t set to hit the next island until nightfall. She stretched as she glanced over her shoulder with a pout, once the blonde showed up. “I’m feeling a bit parched. Could you be a dear and fix me something to drink?”

He slowly pulled back from kissing her hand, a delighted smirk seen against his features. He had wanted to take her somewhere upscale, something that surly would leave a lasting impression on her, but if she wanted pizza? Well, pizza it would be. “What time should I come scoop you up?”

“Wow…” She had been leaning against a wall when she noticed him, still slightly bloody from his match. “You look like you've been hit by a bus.” She gave the wall she had been leaning against a push with her back as she approached him, giving him a small up and down motion with her eyes as she studied him for a few moments, concern slowly filling them. She had even intention of congratulating him after his win, but now all she wanted to do was make sure he was good. “How are you holding up?”