[Someone
doesn't appreciate what he's stuck in.
It's not the main outfit he's got a problem with, either, like the pants and shirt - being more comfortable than half the shit he's seen. Even the questionable headpiece that puts his masculine pride on the line, he can deal with.
But. The shoes. Or what the fuck ever they are.
Oh ho, he's
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The hell are you even wearing. And what are those shoes. Those shoes]
Huh.
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Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn.
8| He dares you to say something]
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...D-does stifling your laughter with your hand count? Because that hand is done slapped over his mouth and he is shaking with withheld ridicule despite himself.]
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No. Really. Unless you feel like being subjected to Sanji's damn good aim and one of those cloppers smacking you in the face]
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Heyheyhey! There's no reason to go attacking innocent bystanders!
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[He's in a better mood now. |D Brief acts of violence will do that. Instead of bothering to retrieve the shoe, he removes the second and walks over to where Wolfwood's chillin - that other shoe will come back soon enough]
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Aaand cigarette is out. It just happens, really.]
So you got hit with it, too. It's too bad some of the people are dressed up as something I don't have a clue about...
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I just found out about mine - some shitty swordsman from Nippon. [gives the plastic sword swinging by his side a withering glance]
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A swordsman, huh? Funny, you never struck me as one. Decided to change your career choice, then~?
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The only things my hands cut are food.
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Right, right, my mistake-
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[He pauses from suddenly flipping the fuck out and assuming there was a gunman somewhere in the brush nearby... because you're suddenly not a headless dead guy anymore-you're definitely... all there...
What just happened.]
Are-
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But then again, he recalls people saying there was a possibility this holiday would do something even worse...]
Are you okay? You don't feel weird, right?
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But as seconds tick by and nothing ambushes the duo, he picks up on the fact they're still alone. So.... what just happened?]
I'm fine. [And the look he sends is questioning] Do you?
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The hand clutching the strap to his cross finally lessens its hold, just a bit.]
...Just... seeing things.
[He squints at the blond-haired man, still unsure. That was a pretty vivid head-popping there.]
Either someone is screwing with me, or this town is...
[Probably the latter. Still, the tension in his frame isn't about to leave yet. That wasn't right.]
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