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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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[thatched]

[Fine. Take them. He has copies]

What are you talking about? Chicks dig me.

[fierybluebird]

[Bastard.]

They won't when I'm through helping.

[Whistles innocently and puts his hands behind his head to go burn these.]

[thatched]

Help all you want. Nothing can keep the ladies off the Thatchman.

[He hopes]

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.]

[EVILLY.]

[Oh. So. Evilly.]

[thatched]

[Shudders like someone walked over his grave...]

Do your worst.

[Only not really. T.T]

[fierybluebird]

[The grin just grows.]

Oh, I will. By the time I'm through you'll beg Izou to show them the pictures of the cancan contest because it could only improve from where I leave off. Let's see, there was the time when you were eight and Pops' razor went missing...

[Nah, Marco won't actually tell any stories, but he will terrorize the hell out of Thatch with threats until pompadour bro backs down.]

[thatched]

...You know I don't even remember that. What happened?

[Genuinely curious. If you're gonna humiliate him, bro, pick a story,he can actually remember]

[fierybluebird]

You shaved your legs.

And then we told you men wear tights all the time for warmth, but you went out and got fishnets and Namur thought you were trapped--

You really don't remember?

Damn I need to figure out how you and Ace block things out. I'm envious, yoi.

[thatched]

Oh yeah! Ha ha! I remember wrestling with Namur. That was kind of hilarious. But seriously, man, I was eight. I bet I didn't even have any leg hair.

I remember you getting me out of the rigging though.

[he's not even sure if that's connected to the first event. He just remembers being stuck way up high, dangling by a foot and scared shitless.]

[fierybluebird]

[Grins, because, eh... what is terrorizing in the face of laughing about the old days?]

And then Namur panicked and got himself tangled.

Who was it that told him seagulls would come after fish left in the sun? I think I still owe them a kick.

[thatched]

I think it was...

[He thinks a moment]

Oh yeah, Whipstaff. Man, I remember old Whippy.

[disappeared completely in the Florian Triangle. Thatch liked to think he was still out there somewhere but eh--if he was he'd come back]

[fierybluebird]

Oh, right...

[Distant look.]

We got revenge for him, right?

[thatched]

Don't think we ever found him, brother.

[He wraps an arm around Marco's shoulder]

Let's drink to his good health then, aye? Wherever the hell he is.

[fierybluebird]

Sounds like a plan.

I'm still going to burn these pictures. [Drags Thatch off to get booze.] And the negatives.

[thatched]

Sure, sure. You do that.

[It's gonna take you a while to find 1600 copies anyway]