slightoverkill | 5th Form

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[If you happen to be around the fountain in the morning, you will witness a curious sight: A shirtless young man, clearly in his late teens, halfway comfortably sprawled inside the fountain, wet and not particularly caring about it. Right after he dropped there, one might find him with a journal on his face, which he stares at for a long, long time before finally deigning to pull it off his face and reveal features that might be familiar to some of the inhabitants of the village. Very, very familiar.

Mihawk is back, and even though it seems like he only got a shave, he's in truth a couple decades younger than he was when he was taken last week. Approach with caution, he has no filters. Which is demonstrated pretty easily when he finally pulls himself off the fountain - only to sit at the rim instead - and starts fiddling with the journal.

Half-lidded golden eyes stare at the camera, then.]

...well shit. That sure just happened. If there's a record for greatest hangover ever, I think I just broke it.

[He snorts, smirking. Behold the sight of Dracule Mihawk being young enough to actually emote.]

Smashed it, really.

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[...Um.

Freezing. In place, and properly staring and looking like Mihawk sprouted a third eye or something. Wh-What...happened--his face! Where was his mustache?! His beard, the frown lines and the subtle yet delicate signs of aging?! The hell is this little fledgling?!

Her shoulders drop first, before Perona droops out of the air, mouth open.]

...M..Mah-- [WHAT THE SHIT.] you're...so...s-so...

[Teeny.]

[He squinted at her a little and offered some help for her tongue-tied problem.]

...wet? ...half-naked? ...dashing?

[As he enumerates her options, he ticks off fingers with one hand.]

[...Oh my god. No.

Perona's tugged between snorting and screaming, as her mind quietly shatters. Is...i-is Mihawk trying to make a joke. A real joke? It's horrible either way, but the novelty of his even attempting is in fact rather frightening. This is so wrong. So, so wrong! Mihawk shouldn't act like this! She huffs, and draws Yoru a little closer. Gods, hopefully he won't ask for it. She's...not sure she wants to give it to him like this. It seems wrong to.]

You-- [Deep breath.] You're going to freeze if you stay in those wet clothes like that! If you're lost, follow me, I'll take you to where you can fetch something to wear.

[HUFF.]

[And then, there it is, that familiar headtilt, always so strangely bird-like in him. It's dignified, when he's older. Right now, it seems bemused.]

I don't even get a name, huh.

[O-Oh...that--! Perona feels a tickle up her spine and shivers a little bit, her face screwing up in a look of muted horror. This really was Mihawk, really and truly. She can see not only his physical features, his his visible quirks, even as an adult. Ugh...sh-she really can't deny it, can she? This is the future World's Greatest Swordsman.

Without much thought at all, the hand not holding her stuffed bear (it goes everywhere with her okayokay) reaches up and touches along one of the cross-like extensions of Yoru's arm guard, and Perona can't help but think these words to the sword:

I am so sorry.]

[Her lip twitches after a moment, then finally she relents. Best to just look after him until this mess is sorted out and he changes back. She can pray this isn't a long effect.]

...Perona. My name is Perona, but you'll address me as Perona-sama or Perona-san. ...Mihawk-kun.

[That...leaves a gross and bitter taste in her mouth. Nrrgh.]

[Perona's inner conflict doesn't really register to him. He doesn't know her, so what does he care? But the name makes him blink slightly in recognition, brow furrowing somewhat.]

I see.

[She doesn't look like much, really, but for all Mihawk enjoys riling Marco up, he's not about to doubt him. Not really. He just won't let the man know he's not doubting him, that's all.]

...alright.

[And then he shrugs, not quite docile, but somewhat wary, because Marco said to do as she said, and even if she didn't seem like much, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out if there was more than met the eye with her.]

[Wow, that was...actually quite simple. Blinking, Perona tilts her head to one side curiously, regarding the young Mihawk with a questioning gaze. He was never so accommodating before; certainly not when he was older. Maybe she was wrong to judge the little whelp. Either way, she has to keep him tethered now that she's found him. Ugh, what a bother.]

Mmhmm...I was headed somewhere to do business, but I suppose I'll have to tend to you first. How frustrating. This way, you'll need to change out of those wet clothes into something proper. I'll not take care of you if you're ill!

[And away she floats, toward the clothing shop. You better follow, little hawk, or she will drag you.]

[He stares back at her for a moment before pointedly rolling his eyes.]

I'm not four, it'll dry off and I'll be fine.

[He arches an eyebrow at her.]

I'm sure your errands are more important.

[Did Dracule Mihawk just roll his eyes at her? ...Yes, he did, didn't he? While Perona gawks for a minute in pure disbelief, the shiver that trickles up her spine snaps her out of her stupor and she's immediately filled with indignant fury.]

While I know my errands are more important, you've become my responsibility! Now shut up and do as I say! You're still human, and the season's still cold enough to make you ill if you stay as you are. I'm not dealing with the consequences of what may happen if that occurs, so whether I have to drag you there or not, you're coming with me right now!

[Mihawk's expression doesn't say much to her outburst, simply standing there and waiting to see what happened. Then he snickered.]

Can see why Marco likes you so much, Perona-san.

[Brb, almost tripping on air, yep.

Perona's shoulders hunch up, and her fingers twitch at those words, while an icy shiver flows through the whole of her spine. M-M-Marco...likes her? That is truly and honestly horrific and she gives Mihawk a look of disgust and sheer shock. Why...does...

No. No, she doesn't want to know and she doesn't even give half a flying fuck. In fact, she is omitting the thought from her mind entirely, waving a colored handkerchief as it sails into the abyss.]

...Please don't say such disgusting things ever again.

[Her reaction causes Mihawk to laugh. It's somewhat reminiscent of his older self's laughter. Quiet and spiteful and thoroughly amused, coming from the depths of his throat.]

Kukukukuku, Perona-san, if I didn't know any better,

[and he doesn't]

I'd say you don't like Marco all that much~

[Perona shivers, trying her hide the color that's seeping up onto her cheeks, ducking her head down and pulling at the sides of her her. Nrrgh...stupid damn bastard. That laugh was really his, and it was so, so cute. It was annoying, too, because Mihawk almost never laughed ever - she's sure the only time she ever heard it was when she was younger, when Zoro asked his insane request of Mihawk - and it was always when Mihawk was being an immeasurably large shithead.

Still, though...c-cute... ♥♥♥

Though the topic change back onto Marco makes Perona scoff, as they finally make it to the clothing store, and she opens the door wide.]

He makes me retch. [She points inside, indicating Mihawk get a damn move on.]

He does that often, it's not just you.

[He shrugs.]

You'll build up a tolerance in no time.

[And then you can start trolling. Trolling is the best part.]

I don't want to become friendly enough with him that it comes to that.

[That would mean she'd have to share her company with Marco more than she'd really like - and while he's really a lot less worse than some people, Marco has an uncanny ability to always make her a little angry in some way or form. He's annoying, but when he just gets to a point she can't stand, not even his status as a Whitebeard Commander can stop Perona from running her mouth right back.

And because Mihawk's really stalling, she sighs and takes him inside herself. Goodness, it's difficult being a babysitter.]

Your clothes should be here. Just look carefully for them and I'm sure you'll find them in little time. [Like he found his puny knife the first time he arrived here...but that was when Mihawk was older and not as irritating.]

I didn't say you have to be friendly.

[Mihawk smirks a little.]

Just that you're used to him.

[Look at him, does he seem on friendly terms with Marco? Obviously not. As they get inside the shop, he scans it around for a moment, before going over to grab a magenta shirt with a floral design, very reminiscent of the inside of his coat, as well as some pants and a belt. He frowns a little.]

K-chan ain't here.

[He doesn't seem particularly upset about it, though.]

The only thing I've become used to in regards to the phoenix is how uncute he is and how he has an uncanny tendency to infuriate me. ...Usually because of the things he says.

[And we're not talking annoyance here - Perona can usually deal with most annoyances calmly to a point. This is actual anger she's talking about. Thankfully, Marco's not gone that far in a while, though, so there is that. And he's been teetering here and there with his compliments.

After his clothes are found (which Perona looks at with appreciation to the design she knows), and as Mihawk looks around again, so does Perona, fawning over a few elegant, lacy black corsets, or some knee-high heeled boots. Aaah...if she could add a few spikes or get someone to stitch or paint on a skull pattern...or maybe a bat like her tattoo! How cute would that be?! Her thoughts, however, are derailed by the little chick's comment, and she blinks curiously as she piles clothing on her arm.]

K-chan? [Who is K-chan? 8|a]

Edited 2013-02-18 13:22 (UTC)

If you get angry he wins. If you don't, he gets pissed off.

[Mihawk said that if he were sharing with her the most common knowledge in the world.]

It doesn't matter if you are annoyed, you just don't let him know.

[He shrugged and motioned to his neck.]

A necklace.

When he makes me angry, we're not playing games.

[She never really got the point of the insane sort of feud Marco and Mihawk had going, which seems to span even longer than she first thought. Goodness, if he knew about those kinds of techniques when he was this young, then Perona can only imagine how long they've been bickering. No wonder the swordsman built up such a tolerance to him. Maybe she should actually keep his words in mind.

...After though. Right now, Perona has a lot of blinking to do.]

A...a necklace? A necklace resembling a cross? [Which hides a knife. Is...is that--pfffft! K-chan?!]

[He tilts his head to the side, completely unaware to her thoughts on his naming skills.]

You've seen it?

[Oh god, he really is talking about what she thought he was. Perona covers her mouth, smothering down an explosion of laughter by tightly clamping her mouth shut. Oh god, oh man, oh GOD. He's such an idiot when he was this young! How could this be the man she knows?! The very same man she spent two years with! The World's Greatest Swordsman!]

Eh, n-no. But I think I know where it may have turned up. I was actually headed there now, to tend to...something. [Her eyes glance back to the wrapped up Yoru, still tied to her back. ...No. No, there isn't any chance she will hand it over to him in this state.] You can come with me.

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