Trolling my castmates, that's all, no biggie.

[thrillthirsty]

[He stares. And stares. And stares. And then he shrugs, looking... well, bewildered.]

I don't get it. 

[How do you explain to someone that the fact they're emoting is supremely creepy in and of itself?]

You're gonna need to use your small words for this, lady.

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[gavemyword]

[opens his mouth]

[gavemyword]

[... closes it]

[done]

[gavemyword]

[walking away I SAW NOTHING LA LA LA~]

[thrillthirsty]

[Following after Zoro, hands stuck inside his pockets, looking like he should be slouching but obviously not slouching. It's just weird.]

Oi, kid. Know your way around here?

[gavemyword]

[WALKING FASTER because if he ignores you hard enough you'll maybe hopefully stop existing.]

[thrillthirsty]

Charming.

[Look! Zoro, look! Baby's old deadpan! Back when it wasn't pants-shitting terrifying! He even sounds a little amused, keeping up with the still younger man.]

Just really need directions, 's all, can we not do the pirate dance today? Not really in the mood.

[fierybluebird]

I'm sure she's not that bad, eh.

[Contradicting Mihawk for the sake of contradicting him. It's a hobby.]

[thrillthirsty]

Didn't say lady was bad.

[He blinks again, slowly and measured. And then, still deadpan:]

She's just batshit fucking crazy.

[A pause.]

Maybe.

[fierybluebird]

[Grins, oh man, it's just precious to hear these things coming from baby Mihawk!]

Only maybe?

[Mischievous twinkle.]

[thrillthirsty]

[Utterly oblivious to that, Mihawk shrugs.]

...have you ever been to the Grand Line?

[fierybluebird]

Born and raised. New World even, why?

[Come on Mihawk, you're not too young to recognize this tattoo, right? Marco is hella fucking old after all.]

[thrillthirsty]

Then you should know being batshit fucking crazy is not necessarily a bad thing, sometimes it's just a lifestyle choice.

[Should he? He probably should, really. He's thinking about something else, though.]

[fierybluebird]

[Bursts out laughing. Oh, he likes this. More than he should, definitely.]

Truer words never spoken matey. Though I've found they often go hand in hand. You ever meet Roger? [Wait give him a moment to think that over.] Mah, I suppose not, eh? Just his protege, Shanks. [Spreads hands and shrugs.] Either way, still annoying. [Although even Marco will concede Shanks isn't actually batshit fucking crazy. Just annoying. And mostly crazy.]

I think I should buy you a drink. And your mun.

[thrillthirsty]

[A small, almost delicate shrug. He saw him die. That's not the same as meeting someone. Then of course you had to go and mention Shanks. And it's suddenly like Mihawk is a cat and you dumped a bucket of cold water on him. Or, if we're going by bird puns... well, you're seeing all his feathers ruffled and puffed up in annoyance.]

Can we not. Talk. About the redhead.

[It's not a question. It sounds more like a well worn plea that knows will be thoroughly ignored. He perks up a little at the drink offer though.]

[fierybluebird]

[And Marco's grin just broadens.] Now you definitely get a drink.

[mamaterasu]

[Wow, man, what the hell is wrong with your eyes? Because I mean seriously, that can't be healthy in any way at all.

Ammy's just going to kind of sit here on her tush and tilt her head to one side while staring at you... Don't mind the white wolf at all, she's just kinda wandering. Being up in the headspace is dull and boring, even if it does mean she can catch up on her sleep.]

[thrillthirsty]

[Well. This is honestly a first. Not a lot of things that can claim that, so hey, kudos for that, Ammy. Mihawk stares at the wolf and then purposely tilts his head in the opposite direction of hers.]

[mamaterasu]

[Ears perking up, Ammy's tail begins to thump against the ground. Oh...oho, are we playing a game then? Well, you're on, sharply dressed man. She tilts her head to match yours, and even goes so far as to lick her nose.

CAN YOU DO THAT?

CAN YOU?

HUH?

HUUUUUH???]

[thrillthirsty]

Heh.

[Yeah, he's not even going to try to do that. But you know what you get for your efforts, Ammy? Long, nimble fingers scratching behind your ears.]

[mamaterasu]

[O-Oh...oh, okay this is pretty awesome, yup. Ammy's tail wags furiously now, as she leans her head all too eagerly into this glorious scratches, making a delighted sound in her throat. You're a-okay in her book, strange-eyed man. And she'll show her thanks in the best way she knows how--




...By caking your hand in her sticky, wet slobber.

8D ♥]

[thrillthirsty]

[...yeah, he's not sure he likes you all that much now. He makes a face at the slobber. Because ew. He's just going to rub it off a pant leg once his hand is free.]

Bit of a messy one, aren't we.

[mamaterasu]

[Messy? Ahaha, little pup, you have no idea - just be glad it wasn't your face Ammy bathed. She double coats faces. Sometimes triple for those she likes. Giving a quite literal wolfish grin, the wolf laughs. A wheezy little laugh in the back of her throat, before swishing her tail back and forth.

Hygiene is for squares okayokay. Though Ammy's coat is always, somehow, clean and shiny - an immaculate white.]

[thrillthirsty]

Hmph.

[Fine, you ridiculous beast, have some more scratches behind the ears. Mihawk meant to have his clothes laundered anyway.]

[nakamadile]

I suppose you never have needed much in the way eloquence to get your points across.

[thrillthirsty]

And whassat supposed to mean?

[He squints a little.]