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[lordofthesea]

Hey, dumbass. Why the hell are you even buying paid accounts for me if I don't get any action? So what if I have character development if you don't even freaking use it? If you don't like it let drown the Creepy Strawhat woman or at the very least give me some Fishweed. Anything but being caught in this damn limbo.

Or, hey, hook me up with that sweet peice of Dranaei.

Bubble, bubble, baby.

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[fierybluebird]

Oi, what's that supposed to mean? I have pride and respectability. I just have so much of it that next to nothing can touch it.

[thetruehistorian]

My mun is laughing strangely. I think she finds your comment humorous.

[fierybluebird]

For a mun of my dearest Robin? It's meant to be.

It's still truth for once, eh. Proud as a peacock and all that.

[thetruehistorian]

It's the word "respectability" she's having a hard time with. I'd remind her you're a pirate, but you're the one that said it.

[read: I find it almost as amusing as she does.]

[thatched]

You never want to see him hammered on grog. And don't let him tell you that doesn't happen. I've seen the truth, babe, and it is life changing. I'm Thatch, by the way. Come round here often?

[fierybluebird]

[Elbows as hard, but discreetly as possible.]

[You might be his best friend, but he will not hesitate to kick your ass.]

[thatched]

[Completely ignores it. What's a busted rib or two?]

[and go on and try, best friend. He doesn't need a Devil Fruit to mop the deck with you]

[fierybluebird]

[Like hell, he can just mess up your hair and you'll go screaming to the bathroom like a girl.]

[thatched]

[At least he has hair and not tufts that looked glued on. That smiley face painted on the back of your bald head? Totally his idea, dude.]

[thetruehistorian]

From time to time. Perhaps we've always just missed each other.

[She leans back against a railing- or counter, or whatever happens to have suddenly appeared in the populated void that is Dear Mun.]

You were saying something about a life-changing truth? Do tell.

[thatched]

I missed someone as pretty as you? That's practically a sin. Let me make up for it.

And tell you? I have diagrams

[Well not really but he does have pictures. Which he will show. And yes. Those are panties. And yes, they are on Marco's head and no, Marco doesn't know about them...

Yet...]

[fierybluebird]

[Watching... Watching...]


[Count down to a Marco tackle in 10...]

[9....]

[Robin's not really going to go along with this idiot, right? Right]

[8....]

[No way, she's been dealing with worse guys for years... probably....]

[7...]

[Like Crocodile]

[6, 5, 4--]

[thatched]

Excuse me for a minute.

[Piledrives Marco to the deck]

[thetruehistorian]

What did you have in mind?

[Oh mai! Robin covers her mouth as she giggles.]

That's a fascinating diagram, Thatch. Who did those belong to?

[fierybluebird]

People respect me. I have to be a little respectable as Pops' right hand man, eh?

[But he seems amused at her amusement.]

[thetruehistorian]

When you put it in that context, respectability takes on a whole new meaning.

[fierybluebird]

I have my fair share of civilian friends too, eh?

And even Sengoku respected Pops. [He's challenging her intellectually on the definitions as a game and for the fun of it. Care to play back~?] He hated him, aye, but still, respected him.

[thetruehistorian]

Forgive me if it's a little difficult to equate the image of you with women's panties on your head with the concept of "someone people would rightly try to emulate".

[lordofthesea]

Tch. [You're a Whitebeard and a bro so he'll give you that]

Well I've got too much to have to even go there.

[fierybluebird]

Are you sure? Thatch tells me fishmen are great at music. He'd always say, "Darling it's better, Down where it's wetter, take it from me."

[Nods his head. Is this trolling, serious, or Disney? You decide.] Also something about a song he learned about a pineapple under the sea... [Shrugs.]

[lordofthesea]

.....

Man you humans are pretty dirty.

[Not even he'd sing that song. He has some standards after all]

[fierybluebird]

[Holds both hands up.]

Hey don't look at me, I only know bird songs.

[Liar.]

[lordofthesea]

Only the dirty ones I bet. Sheh heh heh.

[Not that he's curious]

[fierybluebird]

Almost all of them.

[Depending on your idea of "dirty."] Just don't let me get drunk in Spring.

[lordofthesea]

Too bad I don't know many bird girls.

[And he knows. He's seen the pictures. You are one freaky guy]