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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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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?

These are the well kept secrets of the Whitebeard Pirates, ma'am. [as in people tend to keep em in their minds forever]

I guess that means you're pretty much one of us now.

I've been honorarily inducted, have I? You won't make me wear the mustache, I hope.

Sorry it's standard regulation, ma'am. But only for special occasions. [he winks]

[Well, Robin isn't one to diss tradition. She turns away for a moment, and when she turns back, a small black (obviously hastily drawn) mustache adorns her upper lip.]

Obey the dress code. I understand.

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Sexy. [Turns away and when he comes back has a huge white construction paper whitebeardstache which he twirls the end of]

Since this seems to be a special occasion, wanna go get a drink or two? [Eyebrow wiggle]

Sounds like fun. Do you know a good place around here?

On the Moby Dick, any place is a good place for a drink. But I do know a scenic place fit for a lady.

[He bows and offers her his arm]

[She slips her arm around his. ~~See how easy that was, Marco?~~]

Lead the way.

Of course, my lady.

[Whistles lightly as he leads her to the prow of the ship which has the best view of the sunset.]

All we really have is rum and cheap wine. We're not really all that fancy. But we're fun.

Indeed.

[It is a very pretty view. She turns sideways, so she can appreciate the sunset while also keeping an eye on the rest of the ship.]

So, where do you fit in on the crew?

At the moment I don't. [He grins kinda pained]

Being dead is kind of a damper on fitting in anywhere.

[Though Pops and Ace and a bunch of others are there now and he's still not sure how he feels about that]

[Robin raises an eyebrow, then pokes his side experimentally.]

Feels real enough. Brooke would say that death isn't anything to give a bone about anyway.

Then again, bones are all that's left of him.

[SKULL JOOOOKE!!!!]

[He laughs a bit]

I don't get it but... sounds pretty accurate.

Well usually I'm fourth division commander. And you? You're a Strawhat right?

Mm. Though I guess we started racing across the Grand Line a little bit after your time.

[Yes, he sees. He'll decide if he's jealous, admiring the ease, hoping for friendship, needing to ask tips, or anything else later.]

[Learn that it won't kill you, and she won't bite. ;)]

[Oh Robin, if you only knew he's not worried about being bitten.]

[He just knows himself enough to have good reason to be cautious.]

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