2nd Form [Video | Action]

[slightoverkill]

[Video]

 [The observant will instantly recognize this place as Good Spirits Bar. The wall, at least. Mihawk is seated at the corner of the bar, looking down at the journal with a deeply unhappy expression on his face. Those who know him better might recognize the fact he looks also mildly irritated, supremely tired and in dire need of alcohol. Which is why he is at the bar in the first place.]

I have been informed that several members of Straw Hat's crew are currently present in this place. I would be most--

[he pauses a moment, reconsidering his wording. ...nah, screw it.]

--grateful,

[let that sink in for a moment]

if one or all would make their way to the bar and pick up a certain something in my possession that I am most certain belongs to them. We are at the Good Spirits bar.

[Another pause.]

...this invitation does not extend to you, Red Hair.

[He needs to at least pretend you're not going to drop by and make his life harder than it already is. Even though he knows you're going to come anyway. Blah.]

[Action]

[Should you come looking for Mihawk after such a... particular message, you will find him sitting in the corner of the bar, as previously mentioned, surrounded by several empty mugs of beer, elbows on the bar and face delicately cradled in his fingers. His large, black sword is propped against the wall by his side and his hat is helping obscure his face.

And if you're really, really observant, you might realize there's a certain greenhaired urchin, tired up and gagged, tucked under his stool and partially hidden by the fall of his coat.]

Comments

[tibias]

I think you're the appropriate amount of drunk for that conversation I told you we need to have. It happens to involve kids.

Though maybe it's better to wait until after your student's been picked up by his crew.

[slightoverkill]

I am most definitely not drunk enough for anything involving kids.

[And there goes another mug of beer just to prove his point.]

[tibias]

Kids referring to people under the age of twenty in this case. Specifically a certain behatted kid we're both familiar with.

[slightoverkill]

Mmmmmmm.

[A thoughtful noise. Shanks, have you done something dumb?]

[tibias]

I heard you ran into him a little while ago back home.

[slightoverkill]

[Mihawk looks actually somewhat confused.]

A little while ago? Last time I saw him was two years ago, at Marinefold.

[tibias]

[ pause... ]

That means you're two years ahead of me. Last thing I remember was Whitebeard's funeral. [ WHICH MEANS THEY MAY HAVE HAD THIS CONVERSATION ALREADY BACK HOME oh that's awkward ]

[slightoverkill]

...oh, Perona mentioned something about that.

[He shakes his head. He's most definitely not cranky because his whiny, childish guide to all things Luceti appears to be gone, too. Don't be ridiculous.]

What about the boy, then?

[tibias]

You know Perona?

[ that's focus on that for a minute, shall we? ]

Is she always oddly formal?

[slightoverkill]

[Mihawk stares at Shanks for a long, long moment. And then

he

laughs.]

[tibias]

[ what

just happened ]

Is there something I should know?

[slightoverkill]

Formal.

[He chuckles, clearly amused at that.]

[tibias]

She called me Shanks-sama.

[ IT'S HORRIBLE ]

Lookie what I found.

[slightoverkill]

I suggest you cherish it while it lasts.

[It's a traaaap.]

OH MY GOD IT'S BEAUTIFUL

[tibias]

So it does go away.

ISN'T IT

[slightoverkill]

Yes.

[Pause.]

Unfortunately. That is when the whining starts. I suppose she's still terrified of you.

IT REALLY REALLY IS

[tibias]

She shouldn't be.

[ he's so put out about all this. ]

BEST FACE

[slightoverkill]

...I'll trade you.

[Oh hey, that's the drunk finally starting to kick in. And it only took him what? Twenty mugs of beer?]

TOTALLY

[tibias]

[ ... wow, mihawk. wow. ]

You really are drunk.

[slightoverkill]

Not really.

[He sighs dramatically, actually resting his chin on a hand and contemplating the deep mysteries of life in the bottom of an empty mug of beer.]

I zm merely taking stock on the last two years of my life. And the fact I will gladly trade you fearful respect for over-familiar squealing and the constant complaining and the incessant whining and the patent inability to be quiet.

[...he had a point and he's lost it, so I suppose he might actually be drunk. It's been a long day and he totally isn't annoyed that his ghost girl is gone.]

I detest children.

[tibias]

[ shanks rests his own chin on his hand and gives mihawk and incredibly amused smile. ]

I think she's a little old to be called a child.

[slightoverkill]

[Acidly.]

And yet she is so remarkably good at acting like one.

[tibias]

You're fond of her.

[slightoverkill]

[A snort.]

Very astute observation.

[A beat and a scowl.]

I was trying to ignore that fact.

[tibias]

The fact that you tolerated her for two years gave it away.

[ a beat. ]

Why are you trying so hard to ignore it?