#idiotaggression

Ah, slip of the tongue. She thought she had kicked the habit of murmuring to herself a while ago now. Mona's head tilts, gazing down at the boy in front of her.

He looks... familiar. She can't quite place it. Maybe she read about him somewhere?

"You came bursting through the brush with a herd of Pokemon behind you, tripped on a rock, then cursed at it for a good minute. As a bystander I'd call that fairly interesting." There's the smallest hint of a teasing lilt, soft, non-threatening. Other than that it's pure observation on her part.

          he scoffs, lighter flicking with the movement of his thumb as he lights the end of his cigarette. taking a drag and straightening his spine, he takes a glance at the swordsman through a curtain of blonde as he gestures — points in zoro's direction.

Second horse.

"Because you need more meat and this is my way of saying so."

Oh, that was easy! Gundam happily answers—they're just off Unova's Victory Road, about a ten minute walk from the League!

He's not feeling spiteful. Why would he feel spiteful?

It's not like a certain master swordsman called him a deadbeat or anything, yeah? So there's no need for him to act so petty.

Except this is Shanks, and he's got the maturity of a five-year-old when it concerns getting back at Mihawk.

The harbormaster shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of Zuko’s stare. “Highness, I—”

“Bring the captain of the Thousand Sunny here,” Zuko interrupted, taking a deliberate step forward. His fingers curled around the edge of the railing, knuckles white. “I want him here. I want to hold him accountable for his reckless docking. If your records are as thorough as you claim, then you can’t tell me you don’t know who he is.” A low murmur began to stir as sailors paused to watch the confrontation.

Zuko’s jaw tightened. “I'm not asking,” he said, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. “I am demanding.”