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

[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?

[slightoverkill]

Because I'm afraid I would have to add yet another annoyance to everything else today, and I am not entirely sure I can take it.

[There is a pause and half a mug of beer gone.]

That is a lie, I admit. I can take it. My temper might not, though.

[tibias]

I bet we could find something for you to take your temper out on, if it's really that awful.

[ a beat ]

Though it might be best to wait until you're a little more sober.

[slightoverkill]

...if that was a roundabout way of asking me to spar with you, I will not be responsible for my actions.

[I'm having a moment here, man. Can't you keep your priorities straight?]

[tibias]

It wasn't. That was me being kind and a good friend.

sorry couldn't resist 8D

[zorichan]

[If you boys are quite done being witty at each other, Zoro's just gonna pick this moment to]

SNORE

[right through his gag.]

You're a precious creature made of pure perfection.

[slightoverkill]

You wouldn't--

[Mihawk's wayward remark got lost under the fact. Well. His coat seemed to be snoring. He leaned over to look at the boy, balancing remarkably well for someone as utterly wasted and sort of. Just. Deadeyed the brat. Then he looked at Shanks, casually pointing a finger down at the snoring kid.]

This. This is going to eventually replace me.

[His life is suffering and no one understands.]

[tibias]

[ shanks just... rests his head on his arm, on the table, and his shoulders shake with silent laughter. because that was hilarious. ]

At least it's not a Marine?

[slightoverkill]

I will graciously pretend I did not hear you say that.

[tibias]

Admit it. That would be worse.

[slightoverkill]

You will not make me look at this in a positive light.

[He knows what you're doing, you goddamn smug ass. He will have his dramatic moment and you will not ruin it.]

[tibias]

Well, if you insist. I'll leave you to your pessimistic, brooding melodrama.

[slightoverkill]

[Full on Glare.]

I am not being melodramatic.

[He totally is.]

[tibias]

[ shanks is totally immune to that glare. ]

Yes, you are.

[slightoverkill]

[...goddammit. Dryly:]

Kind and good friend, huh.

[tibias]

Good friends don't let friends wallow in melodrama.

[ how is he keeping a straight face. ]

[slightoverkill]

[The world might never know.]

I continue to resent that remark.

[tibias]

You also resemble that remark.

[slightoverkill]

[There's another snort at that.]

Why don't you resemble being useful and go find a booth instead?

[tibias]

Alright, alright.

[ he gets up and goes to get himself a drink before he snags a booth. have fun passing on the green nibbler, hawkeyes 8D ]

[slightoverkill]

[A while later, he stalks into the booth, twitchy.]

Well.

[A small pause as he sinks into a seat.]

That happened.

[His life is turning into a constant stream of "WELP, that just happened". Clearly, he needs more booze.]