#emiscore

❛ i am warlord . bullying me means death! ❜ [ opened ! ]

“ scruffyhead. ” she holds out her newly acquired toy pistol, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “ look what i got, now i get to be bondman for real... ”

trying to play this off just was not working , a slight inhale of a hiss as he works on relaxing his body , the shoulder injury doing no good for him in his current state .

he winces as he maneuvers himself to be able to be examined by the ghost princess , lifting his arm ever so slightly and breathing out slow to stave off the pain .

he's honestly not sure if it's working .

❝ i'll be fine , you don't have to fuss . it's just a pulled muscle . ❞

ლ.    He’d been waiting in the other man’s office, making himself at home in the main chair, and shoving a fistful of rice crackers into his mouth when Sengoku finally arrived. Throwing one of his crackers at the man the second he opened the door in greeting.

“ Bwahaha !  Back from Kong already ?  You look decades younger, Senny, ”   Garp laughed, careless of crumbs flying around with his words as he kicked his feet up on Sengoku’s desk to settle a bit more comfortably,   “ The old bastard finally let you go, eh ? ”

     A part of him was envious, if he were honest, that Kong had let Sengoku retire but had denied him the same decency. Though it was hardly a surprise. His arguments with Kong had rarely ever been pleasant, even in the earlier days of their careers when the man had been Fleet Admiral.

the constant reminder he had been getting costantly from his crew mate.  ❛  why ya so mad over ? it gets clean up anyways ! ❜ he puts his arms over another clear frown displayed on his face .

✧ 𓏬 It was a boring day, and Daphne hated being bored. She sat on the railing watching the sea. Her vines steadying herself as her gaze took in the endless blue. She wasn’t sure how long she had been waiting there, but she wasn’t doing nothing. The first division was suppose to return today, and it was the only interesting thing happening today. 

     A huge sigh of relief escaped her lips as the brown of their boat came into view. The oh so familiar jolly roger helping her confirm that it was the ship she was looking for. She stood from her seat, waiting a few more minutes for them to pull closer. The second it was within her range a vine shot from her arm onto their mast, allowing herself to swing from Moby Dick down to them.