Looking to go to BNW

[orangeoutlaw]

You sure about this, mun? I'm not going to go easy on you, just because you're new. If you're gonna keep up with me be prepared to work

[and narcolepsy strikes again. Don't mind him, he'll just be snoring on the chair with his head rolled back. Someone wake him if he starts to drown in his own spit, though]

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[fierybluebird]

[Reflexively holds Ace up from drowning with one hand.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[reflexively shifts to drool on Marco instead. I don't know what you were expecting]

[fierybluebird]

[Gross.]

[Shove him off sideways but makes sure his head is so the side so he won't die.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[wakes up. Blinks. Puts on hat] Hey, Marco. What year is it?

[fierybluebird]

1520-something?

I forget, yoi. I don't even know what era we're in anymore.

[justicereigns]

Do you ever stay awake through a whole conversation.

[orangeoutlaw]

Fuck you I do what I want. [well he's awake now. Don't antagonize a man when he's sleeping, damn Marine] Got a problem?

[justicereigns]

[Lmao so blunt Portgas.]

That you exist.

[You can't outblunt Smoker. He smokes blunts... no wait he doesn't.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Too bad for you. [he's going to exist harder just because you don't like it] Plan to do something about it?

[justicereigns]

[asdlkajsdlkasjd]

[Right, he remembers this annoying attitude.]

If I could arrest you, I would.

[BUT....]

[For now he's just going to drink.]

[grandlineswag]

You do work? That'd be a change for one of Whitebeard's crew.

[fierybluebird]

Excuse you?

[grandlineswag]

My case in point.

[fierybluebird]

[HE WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KICK YOU IN THE FACE MATE.]

I do plenty, for your information. Unlike dogs of the government, we don't have to trick people out of their livelihood or blatantly rob peasants to create stability, got it?

[grandlineswag]

I certainly hope that's not direct at me, as I'm quite on the outs with the government. In no small part thanks to all of you.

[orangeoutlaw]

Marco he's being an asshole. Can I eat him?

[fierybluebird]

Please do. [GESTURES MAGNANIMOUSLY.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Alright! [cracks fingers] Papa needs a new belt.

[orangeoutlaw]

You got something to say?

[cuz if you do he'll beat your face in]

[grandlineswag]

Don't make threats here, boy. They're just empty words in this place.

[orangeoutlaw]

I'll make threats wherever the hell I want. [cracks knuckles] If you wanna dance, sandy, come on.

1/2

[rubbernecking]

[ THAT'S...

THAT'S...





That sure is a certain Strawhat captain swinging his feet from his perch, leaning back and all but gawking at Crocodile.

Yes, he's already had his little freakout weasel moment about his brother. Yes, he isn't leaping into this because he has nothing but the utmost faith that his big bro will be completely capable of holding his own in a battle of words with this guy.

He's gawking for another reason entirely. ]

Crocodile, you..!

2/2

[rubbernecking]

... Got real lame!

[ He's going to go digging for treasure in his left nostril now. ]

I thought I was gonna hear something interesting. Damn, I'm disappointed!

[ Excuse you, Luffy, that former Shichibukai is not here for your entertainment. ]

Re: 2/2

[grandlineswag]

Is that really the best thing your stunted little monkey brain was capable of churning out?

[orangeoutlaw]

[Not this time, baby bro. Turns out dying takes a lot out of you. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't owe you an absolute ass kicking for being so freaking reckless and he will knot your arms to a tree and use you as a punching bag for a while until he gets some sense through your thick rubber head.

But that can wait for now]