[One Piece] And thus, the origin of the Yonkou's flowery trousers
Ben sighed and looked sternly over his shoulder at Shanks, who was lounging on his bed pretending not to be nursing a hangover.
“I still don’t understand why you won’t admit it to them. There’s only so many things you can blame on Lazlo’s monkey and they know it was you.”
Shanks fluffed up another of Ben’s pillows and smiled.
“Oh, of course they know it was me. I left them an I.O.U on the window and I imagine they’ve seen me sign enough things drunk to be able to recognise my handwriting by now. Don’t worry Benny, Roux and Yasopp’ll get a new pair of curtains once we get to port.”
Ben grumbled, took another drag of his cigarette and re-occupied himself with the material in his lap.
“What I understand even less,” he said eventually, “Is why you, the Captain, don’t have a spare pair of trousers.”
Shanks slid off the bed, swaggered over to Ben’s side and draped his arm round him.
“What I don’t understand,” he said softly into Ben’s ear, the mile-wide grin practically audible, “Is why or how you managed to tear off my trousers last night. But you don’t hear me complaining, huh? Maybe you’d like to explain that to them?” Shanks straightened up. “Or for that matter how you’ve gotten so good at sewing!”
Ben had the grace to blush at least a little.
“This kind of thing has happened more often than you may think, Captain.”
“I still don’t understand why you won’t admit it to them. There’s only so many things you can blame on Lazlo’s monkey and they know it was you.”
Shanks fluffed up another of Ben’s pillows and smiled.
“Oh, of course they know it was me. I left them an I.O.U on the window and I imagine they’ve seen me sign enough things drunk to be able to recognise my handwriting by now. Don’t worry Benny, Roux and Yasopp’ll get a new pair of curtains once we get to port.”
Ben grumbled, took another drag of his cigarette and re-occupied himself with the material in his lap.
“What I understand even less,” he said eventually, “Is why you, the Captain, don’t have a spare pair of trousers.”
Shanks slid off the bed, swaggered over to Ben’s side and draped his arm round him.
“What I don’t understand,” he said softly into Ben’s ear, the mile-wide grin practically audible, “Is why or how you managed to tear off my trousers last night. But you don’t hear me complaining, huh? Maybe you’d like to explain that to them?” Shanks straightened up. “Or for that matter how you’ve gotten so good at sewing!”
Ben had the grace to blush at least a little.
“This kind of thing has happened more often than you may think, Captain.”