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“Vice Admiral Smoker,” Issho greets whilst he raises a steaming bowl of udon to his lips. He could smell rich wafts of pure tobacco long before footsteps officially announce his colleague's arrival “What a pleasure it is to have your company for lunch. What was it you wished to discuss?”
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"So, leave me alone," Drake replied, scowling at himself rather than anything in particular in the field or at Smoker, for that matter. It wasn't hard to do when basically the majority of the other cadets avoided him like the plague with a sizable amount of those hurling insults at his back that basically amount to being a wolf in sheep's clothing.
If ... if he could just get back to that place--back to that mask ... where nothing mattered. If he could only piece it back together so everything was fine. ... A naturally neutral expression that betrayed nothing because it was easier that way.
@smcker sent: "you know, there's such a thing as looking too long."
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"And I will continue to look for as long as I want." tutted Crocodile's response, the man's golden gaze not blinking as it dug into Smoker's form. "That's my prize for having you here. You don't get the pleasure of privacy, marine."
Croc's reaction when someone refers to Tess as his 'girlfriend'.
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Crocodile : What’s up? I’m back.
Smoker: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead
Crocodile : Death is a social construct.
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Smoker: Hopefully Crocodile has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.
Crocodile : Oh, shut up and die Smoker.
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Smoker: God, give me patience.
Crocodile : I think you mean “Give me strength”?
Smoker: If god gave me strength, you’d be dead.
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@smcker sent: "I dare you to try." [smoker]
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The hook reflected warm gold in the dim lamplight that hung in the prison in which the marine was being held. It radiated just barely, enough that it cast a reflection into Smoker's eyes. Crocodile hummed as he twisted his wrist back and forth, causing the reflection to shift in and out on Smoker's face. Lips were pulled back in a lazy smirk, the showings of an apex predator playing with its food.
"Brave man.," he finally drawled in response. "I would be disappointed if you were anything less. I can do this as much as I want, for as long as I want, so your little dare? Fine by me." He hummed as he finally brought the sharp end of the hook up to drag it down the marine's face. "Think I could add another scar? And people say I have a patchwork face."
The laugh was droll and heavy as he dug it into the skin. Just barely, but he felt the edge catch and he saw the red well up from the wound.
"I could take out your eye? Or your tongue? Though you're no use to me struck dumb or blind." He tutted as he brought the hook around to have it linger dangerously close to the other's face. "But just one eye? Think about it. I'm sure you'd look quite dashing with an eye patch."
💌 @smcker sent: [ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver (Issho) | ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE (always accepting!)
VISUAL IMPAIRMENT POSES A CHALLENGE when reports are due. It’s a service he would request from a petty officer, typically. The very same officer he dismissed when Vice Admiral Smoker boarded his vessel. Of course, it’s only after he dismisses the seaman in his quarters to lunch that he realizes there’s nobody to draft the report.
While it takes no convincing for Smoker to rise to the occasion, Issho sags under the weight of guilt. A cold, heavy stone sits in the pit of his stomach, prompting his lips to purse and pucker. He takes great pride in his independence, but unfortunately, this is one area he requires a set of working eyes.
It’s when he recites the dictated report, that the Admiral drifts. Smoker’s voice is relegated to ambient noise, drowned out by a relentless inner monologue. Silence settles between them. Immediately, he bolts upright in his seat. Weathered vocal cords audibly protest as they warm up for words.
“Pardon me—would you mind repeating that?” Issho asks through a faint, contrite smile.
"i'm afraid i've been thinking." [from riki to shanks 👀]
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ┊ accepting ! @smcker ┊ riki
"Haha, scary !" Taking a swig of his drink, he lets out a satisfied exhale. It's been a while since they'd last bumped into each other — and it feels good to catch up with an old friend. The man is older now and — clearly a bit worse for wear — but otherwise seems to be in good spirits.
He's glad.
"Tell me — what's going on in that head of yours?"
