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CLAW your way to FREEDOM;;     BURN away their rotten scent;;

Contemplation was a lie attested by a taciturn visage, a far-reaching gaze exploring the distant horizon giving the Revolutionary a rather solemn presence. It had been a calamitous wake that had thrust his foundations back into his grasp(and far too late at that), leaving his mission to inherit the remnants of his past a rather tenuous and sudden endeavor.The now great pirate of the Worst Generation was nigh incorrigible.     And after it all, he could have been met with contempt, for abandoning that flame that had guided their steps so far.Anger would have been understandable, frustration and resentment, even sheer disbelief and insistence that his death had been a permanent one.     Refusal to allow him the chance to take that flame back, to be the one to carry that burden… it wouldn’t have been an unjust response.           The sheer trust, after the waterworks would have been baffling,if it had not been so agonizingly familiar.

A forearm raised to shield a sudden onslaught of quivering lips, and a deep breath was meant to overrule the droplets forming in the corners of far too expressive eyes - -

                                                     ‘AhHD GGGh - -”

Only for the air to be choked right back hence in the form of chaotic syllables with no discernible meaning, as he stood tall against what felt like a bouncy meteor colliding with his spinal column             … ah - that was one way to stop those less than cool tears.

                    “You got me, you got me!                                         that’s a huge feat,                you know, managing to sneak up on someone like me!”

                      (After all, Ace hates crybabies, right, Luffy?)

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His brow furrowed as it habitually did in reaction to any half-baked thing Luffy said and the boy certainly was fond of small talk and tomfoolery. In the latest demonstration of this predilection, here he was complaining about the number of steps they had to climb up the hill, deeming them too many. Since he doubted Strawhat’s ability to do fast calculations, Law attributed this observation to laziness and dismissed the complaint with typical irritation. 

It was as if the younger pirate was determined to sabotage every single item in Law’s plans. Though in his privileged vision the sombre captain knew this claim to be false, that did not change the fact his ally seemed to serve little purpose in the grand scheme of things, nor did it appease the frustration that ensued post-disturbance. At this rhythm, Law would experience his first silver hairs before he reached the respectable, once upon a time impossible age of thirty.

Law’s teeth flashed in a soundless growl and his grip on Kikoku tightened as if dealing with the sword was a nice replacement for getting his hands around Luffy’s neck. The nuisance was real but violence would have been an excessive response to a verbalisation by all accounts naïve.

❝ Well? ❞ He returned candidly, only the ghost of a warning gliding over Law’s calm words, enshrouding a reminder he was only so patient before trivial matters such as steps and walking distances. ❝ Do you have a better idea? ❞ 

For all his boasting of brilliance, there were a couple of things Law was forgetting about his ally, not that he would diminish the other man’s prowess. Ironically for his professional standing, Law was acting ignorant of Luffy’s very biology.

Aspect one, Luffy’s body was made of rubber. Two, this being true, he was supplied with bouncy abilities and anyone with a minimum of perceptiveness would reckon that the right elastic leverage, though incapable of achieving true flight as coursebooks would describe it, would nevertheless result in a satisfactory emulation of the process...

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He should be used to the childish tugging on his clothes, but the motion still urged an irritated roll of his eyes. Sanji’s free hand reached back to ( unsuccessfully ) slap away the fingers clinging to his shirt, only to feel the rubber digits clench tighter.

         zoro doesn’t call himself a social outcast. mingling with the rest of the crew just tends to be a little draining with the deck of the sunny filled with mundane conversations, a bit of each mate minding their own business and then occasional calls for rowdiness and disaster. he doesn’t mind, but his interest in the passing of time usually leaves him cooped in the crow’s nest with his dumbbells and overused towels. but today, an unexpected guest perched himself against the benches within the space ... 

                         the unexpected guest being his captain.

            he didn’t mind, of course. just unexpected considering how scattered the attention span of the straw hat bearer could be. and when there was solely silence between the two for a few minutes ( something that was also unexpected ... ), zoro became perturbed, stopping his exercising momentarily to address the quiet individual.   

                        ‘ how come you’re up here ? did the cook                           drive you out of the kitchen again ? ’

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| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

Without reason to suspect anything particularly noteworthy that might come out of the bug-eyed youth’s mouth, considering that hopelessly blank expression, the Bloody Moon mentally grazed over several options;He could inquire as to whether or not the boy was privy to what he saw,                        and as such, attempt to extort a drink from him.Anger could be a factor, as frustration was a bane the enormous beast was intimate with exhibiting - or he could simply continue on, and forget the eerie ordeal entirely.

                           “Hnn - - “

Distance was slaughtered without a care, cutting off slurred, rough speech, the scent of sea spray, feasts and … rubber, assaulting utterly acute senses, along with the question.          - -  fangs..? A light brow arced high, contemplation a dark orchestra across languid features, and finally, a deep rumble escaped its captive chambers -             what was this brat even on about?Hoisting a large wooden barrel he had been hoisting about onto its fellow, broad shoulder, a graveyard of ivory, was revealed past a curtain of thin lips, unfortunately devoid of a monster’s lethal edge.

                   “Hau hau hauu - - !     Aye, Boyo, sometimes, iffin’ I need em’,                       Ye’d be disappointed in me, right now - I got nothin’ t’ show.      Right now, all I’m lookin’ for is offerings ta’ my Beloved,                  ye’ be knowin’ of anything ya’ could call a gift, around here?”