#puiiet

Ikkaku blinked in surprise at the question, but tapped a finger to her chin as she considered it. Law was, naturally, quite protective of his savior, but he wanted him to be happy, right? But marriage also meant Corazon might leave him, and she wasn’t sure her captain was quite ready to let him go.

Hell, she wasn’t sure she was, either, but he deserved a happy life after everything he’d gone through. She cared about him too much to hold him back for her own sake.

“Honestly, I think that depends on who you were marrying,” she admitted with an uncertain shrug. “I mean, if he thought the person was an asshole, or an enemy, or just not worthy, he’d probably throw a fit or quietly...get rid of your lover if you weren’t willing to listen to reason. If it were someone decent, though, who genuinely loved you and would keep you safe and happy...I think it would hurt him to see you leave, but he’d put your feelings before his. He’d probably be sulky and sour for weeks after. Which, I gotta tell ya, your mystery bride or groom had better be worth putting us all through that.”

"Hold hands, obviously! Then I can spin you in the air."

ME I WANT A HUG

Little Doffy slapped those big hands away from his cheeks, hopefully before it was too late. Unfortunately for the young Donquixote, his cheeks were still sore to the touch from the rough treatment they were just put through. If he had to guess, they were also probably turning a nice rosy color too, something he didn’t need to happen right now. Who was this strange man anyways? And what was with all that makeup?

Whatever, getting lost was not on his agenda today, but here he was. And not only that, now that he was looking up, and up at this stranger, something seemed familiar about him that the small child couldn’t quite place, but it was there. Oh well, not like he was gonna stick around long anyways, he just wanted to know why he got his cheeks pinched out of nowhere.

@puiiet​

A silent nod of acknowledgement was initially provided to the other. What does one to say someone he has little care or empathy towards anyways? Best not to test his luck, pointing to the side of his own face to signal that something was stuck. Seems the other had coffee recently. 

Silence took place while the blond was observed catiouslly behind darkened lenses, indifferent eyes sharing the lack of empathy for the other barely blinking. Perhaps a talent, perhaps he had trained himself to keep blinking to a minimum, or perhaps just the effect his sunglasses had on his eyes, letting them relax.

Continued from here.

The gator man was fascinated by it. Not so much the feathers themselves, but the fact that someone out there actually collected a bunch of black feather from probably a bunch of black birds. Then they took those feathers and spent several hours making that thing. “It just seem like a hassle to make something like that. Replacing it’s got to be a pain! I mean, if they were fake, then they just take a bunch of those feather scarf thingies and put them together.” Klaus replied, the expression showed some deep level of thinking, probably more than he was used to.