#shanksxmihawk

“Hawky,” Shanks complained, pouting, “you’re so mean!” 

Mihawk raised his eyebrow, giving Shanks a pointed stare, and turned his attention back to the newspaper. Shanks would preoccupy himself, as long as Mihawk ignored him-

Shanks decided the best thing he could do with his time was slid onto the table in front of Mihawk, knees creating twin indents in Mihawk’s paper.

“Must you?” Mihawk inquired coldly, and Shanks leaned forwards, grin sharp as he bent Mihawk’s paper.

“Well you can always help me occupy my time in some other fashion,” he said, and Mihawk felt the hint of a smile on the corner of his lips before he firmly told his mouth to stop misbehaving.

“But them I’d have to put down this article. And it’s very interesting.”