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[Mihawk is currently standing to the side of the main crossroad near the Good Spirits Bar, absently looking around and watching people fuss about their way what with the holiday spirit and such.]

Does anyone happen to have an estimate of how long will this glittery, colorful, over the top... celebration is going to last?

[Because he's seriously considering hitting the forest for a while until you people and your lights and trees and holiday cheer are done making him vaguely ill. And given how disgruntled he sounds, you can totally tell by his tone alone.

Congratulations, Luceti, you have a Grinch among your ranks.]

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Hn.

[HIS LIFE IS HARD AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS. OKAY.]

[Voice] - 1/3 THIS IS REVENGE.

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[While Perona laughs herself silly, a vile, terrible, wonderful idea comes to mind. No hat, he says? Fine, she can dig that. Totally respects your decision, Mihawk-sama.

Because she thought so something BETTER. 8)

With a shaky hand, and one hand covering her mouth, Perona draws a nice little picture in her journal:]

[Voice] - 2/3

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[BUT THEY DON'T STOP THERE!

ROUND 2.]

[Voice] - 3/3

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[AND ROUND 3:]



[And that's about all Perona can take before she loses it all over again, howling with laughter and falling onto her bed in hysterics. At least that muffles some of her laughter...?

She's so grounded for this, isn't she?]

[Voice]

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[She is so grounded, indeed. Mihawk ignores her laughter for a moment or two, before he clears his throat meaningfully.]

Perona.

[There's enough warning in that to remind a certain bratty young lady who between them is a bratty young lady and who's the bloody Shichibukai.]

Enough of that.

[Or else.]

[Voice]

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[It's Mihawk's tone alone that lets Perona know she's crossed the thin line of his patience, and her laughter stops almost instantly. Looking into her journal and seeing him just glowering at her only cements the nagging voice in the back of her mind--

You're in trouble.

Ah...ahaha...ha. She's just gonna shrink down a little bit, and avert her eyes away from the angry swordsman. And very possibly maybe make plans to leave the community building for the night and return tomorrow.]

I'm sorry, Mihawk-sama.

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I am sure you are.

[Or you will very soon be.]

[Voice]

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[Oh, god, that voice in the back of her head is speaking to her again. This time with something a little bit different:

You're in big trouble.

Perona utters a quiet whine, and her head disappears from the journal camera again, as she slinks down her bed. Maybe if she just...j-just quietly leaves? Quietly leaves and doesn't come back for a few days? Give Mihawk some time to simmer and at the same time come up with a hell of a good peace offering/Christmas present to make up for this? Something that he likes...

Something that isn't a sword, knife, or variation of preferably.

But yes, the shuffling of many layers of fabric and quick little footsteps are all that Mihawk will hear before the feed goes stagnant. She made a not-so-stealthy escape. See you in a bit, papa. 8|7]

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[Petty as it might be, Mihawk does not take kindly to people abusing his indulgence, and he certainly indulges the pink-haired disaster more often than he ought to. It's the dangers of familiarity, and one more reason not to overindulge in it.

However, he's fairly satisfied with her reaction, at least for now. He'll chew her out for it later, but for now, he's got migraine-inducing lights and christmas cheer to deal with.

But yes, Perona, you are in trouble.]