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}{After this mishap, Anji had taken Ace back to his apartment to dress his wounds. The communicator is set down on the kotatsu, it's recording not taken notice by the kabuki who adjusted his spectacles as he knelt down in front of the man who he had nearly pummeled to death
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But it was a nice change of pace from getting the shit kicked out of him.
A small smile touched his features at the offer of a fight with Anji.}
Sure, I'll have a go with you when our chips are gone. You've proven yourself to be pretty strong and I've never seen someone use Iron fans before.
{No blood relation... like he and Luffy by the sounds of it. He turned his gaze to the man and gave a half-bow.}
Nice to meet you Anji. Sounds like you and Baiken have something similar to what Luffy and I sha--
{He paused at the sound of the door and looked up to watch Baiken stride in. Speak of the devil indeed! He froze, falling silent and just watched her. He stiffened a little when her gaze turned toward him and went blank. Then the blush...
Well, it was kind of cute.
He grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, giving a little wave at her.}
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[Anji smiled rather wryly before the sound of his room-mate perked his head around. Baiken stood before them with that furious blush staining her cheeks. She was as pink as a sakura blossom, yet did not smell as sweet when slathered with blood she would continually be washing off. Regardless of her violent nature and penchant for getting herself in spots tighter than his, he greeted her with a blithe raise of his hand.]
Konbanwaaaa, Onee-san!
I seemed to have run over another stray, my bad really.
I hope you don't mind me tending to his crippled body.
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That didn't change the fact that she was horribly embarrassed and, by extension, highly irritated at the world, however. Not that the latter was much of a new thing.
Ultimately, the need to warm up won out over any desire to beat on either of the men present. She strode over and settled at the kotatsu, her peach-colored eye fixed on Ace for a moment. There was definitely more damage there than she herself had done, and she could fill in the blanks of where the rest had come from.
Heh. Count on Anji.]
You and your damn strays. We sure as hell don't have room for this one to stay on forever like the other two, so don't even fucking think about it.
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Since he'd had time to sit he was starting to feel the pain from his fight and the blows taken from Anji. His head was pounding, his jaw ached and felt stiff. His whole body just didn't want to cooperate with breathing. Nothing broken by the feel of it, but he may have a few significant bruises. Mostly they stressed his healing wounds and made him sore.
He shifted carefully, if not a little stiffly, to slip his jacket off and set it aside. There were still a few bandages here and there from when he first arrived, but for the most part he was looking in good shape, all things considered. He set his hat on the pile that was his jacket and looked between the two.}
I appreciate your hospitality. And...I uh...
{Jeeze, how to even go about making up for all of this? He looked to Baiken as she sat by the Kotatsu.} I'm sorry...
{He looked around the room a little, rubbing the back of his neck. He could offer heat when he had his fire back but... well, she'd said they didn't have any more room.}
If there's any way I can make it up to you both...
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At least until I know for sure he won't have a concussion. Those are aftermaths of my spars I don't look forward to attending to.
[He had knocked out his fair-share of unfortunate wanderers he'd meet on the road and ask for a quick one-on-one, only to end up with a unconscious body in his arms. Shifting his hand deeper into his sleeve he gave a rewarded look as he pulled out a small gourd-shaped bottle.]
Johnny-san might call me a thief for this, but you look like you could need it more than him.
[Handing it over to Ace, the smell it would exhume from the popped top would be a heavy whiskey he had pilfered into the flask-like bottle for when meditation just couldn't quite cut it.]
As for reparations, Baiken could always make you a slave, na?
[He teased of course.]
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She swatted at Anji's head, a bit halfheartedly. The smack was more just to get her point across than to do any damage.]
Shut up, Mito. That's the last thing I'd need is the entire fucking city thinking I'm some goddamn deviant.
[...Not that the thought probably hadn't popped into at least a few heads over the earlier broadcast.
Turning an almost bored look to Ace, she drawled,]
When I think of something, I'll tell you. But you're in deep shit, pirate.
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Thanks. I don't have a concussion... I don't think...
{Of course he nearly spit out his second swig at the thought of him being a SLAVE to the pink-haired sword master. Thank goodness she thought it was a bad idea. He simply smiled a small, somewhat nervous smile at her.}
Sure.
{A sigh escaped at the thought of being in deep shit. Oh she didn't know the half of it...}
Yeah, I know. But what kinda pirate would I be if I behaved all the time huh? {A shrug} It comes with the territory and I'm used to it.
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You and Johnny-san are certainly of the same salty blood, na?
[Both outlaws with a penchant for getting themselves in tight spots with the women. They both had strange sense of honor, but honor none-the-less that he as a graceful and upright man could certainly respect.]
As such I can only suggest you do not follow his deviant ways, I think we're all due for some kind of strange reputation.
Maybe it's infectious.
[With that he got up from his kneeling and gilded to the kettle to get the night's water boiling. For tea, or rice, or to soak one's cold bones in, it did not matter, it had become his ritual for the small flat to always have it available.]
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