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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[SNORT. Yep. Definitely him, Norma's not 100% sure it's the man she met around Christmas. He must've gotten kidnapped by the Malnosso and returned just today as this kid. Jeez, he acted so different than he did as a stuffy old man. Definitely the younger, cheeky zeal and stuff that Norma can appreciate.]

You're in luck, Bright Eyes, I work at the bar here, and I can lead you there. But only after you change. We have a strict "put on a shirt" policy. No exceptions.

[That is such bullshit, but Norma's not letting Mihawk go anywhere wet and shirtless. It's still winter, even if it's considerably warmer than usual.]

[Norma's comment earns her a very light squint and a look, because. What kind of nonsense was that? Who needed shirts when one had the power of SWAG. A tad reluctantly, however, he nodded.]

Alright.

[He shrugged a little.]

But it's not like I'm hauling about another set of magically dried clothes.

Now that would be something.

[Truly and honestly. And as much as Norma likes staring at an attractive, half-naked and wet young man, she's not about to see the poor guy get sick. Especially when he's someone she knows and likes a little bit. To the clothing shop! Which she will be walking towards now. Better keep up!]

But as luck would have it, you got hoodwinked in the best possible spot. There's a clothing shop pretty close by, as well as a bunch more shops and food stores and stuff. And the bar, of course.

[He doesn't quite slouches after her, because his back is far too straight to be called a slouch, but he's certainly moving with a lazy air about him. Fucks, Mihawk gives none.]

That's good luck, I guess.

[He scratches the back of his head, keeping up with her.]

Should probably find a sword, too.

[Norma, on the other hand, moves with about as much energy as a leaf in the wind, twirling, swaying, and bouncing with every step. She barely waits for anyone, and if they can't catch up...tough nuggets. There's already a bit of growing distance between her and the young, shirtless man before she heads into a shop, hollering over her shoulder as she opens the door.]

Jeez, hurry it up a little bit! You may look like you're my age, but you still move like an old man! Pick up your feet a little, c'mon!

[Patience? What the ever loving fuck is that?]

[He rolls his eyes at her demands, before picking up speed, enough to be walking by her side... backwards. Hands stuck in his pockets, Mihawk arched an eyebrow at her, easily keeping up with her but rather than facing where he's going, facing her.]

Better?

[He's a cheeky brat, what can you do.]

[Oh, please. Norma snorts and rolls her eyes with a smile on her face, and raises a brow. She seriously can't believe this is the same guy she spoke to a few months ago - he was just so different what he was young! A lot less stuffy and a whole lot more fun. Norma's not really sure which one of them she prefers better, to be frank. His young self hit her age-range right on the dot, and he was handsome, too. Not to mention his personality matched hers, too, it seemed like.]

Oh, grow up.

[Or don't, Norma's fine with your younger self. ♥ Regardless, she reaches out and pushes him, hoping to knock the idiot off his feet. Serves him right for being an uppity stinkface.]

[He grabs her wrist and betrays his lazy, bum-like appearance with some actual foot work, pulling her into him and swinging most of his weight on his heel. As he turned them, he sneaked a hand under her knees, using the momentum of the pull and the angle of his not-fall that when he was standing up straight again, she found herself in his arms.]

You were saying?

Wh-Whoa!!

[With a startled squeak, Norma's the one who's falling, swinging, twirling, and hanging onto Mihawk's body until the very moment she's up in his arms, carried much like a princess would be by a handsome knight or something. Um. W-Well... ~~Dokidoki.~~

Man, she hopes he doesn't remember this when he gets older, because that's going to be a weeeird conversation.]

Uh...

Oh, right.

[He let her go.]

Grow up.

[He arched both eyebrows at her, expression utterly innocent.]

Whoops.

[WELP.

Falling right on her butt in the snow. Plop. :I]

[cbjdhfhe WOW, RUDE, MIHAWK. Brb as Norma picks herself up and dusts the snow off her back and her bottom. Oh, and her...everywhere, actually.]

What the heck was that for?! Jeez, and here I thought you might've been something of a nice guy! Can't judge a book by it's cover I guess. Oooh...! [Man, you just lost some serious points. Norma hates the snow and cold, and now she's covered in it.] Well, you might as well get inside now, since I've gotta change, too!

Stinking, beady-eyed, featherless, ol' vulture...

...vulture?

[He blinked at her outburst.]

You attacked me first.

[He arched both shoulders in an innocent shrug.]

Just pure reflexes, I assure you.

[Attacking him? Norma raises both her eyebrows as she enters the clothing shop, shooing her comrade off as she picks through a few racks of clothes. She doesn't even bother to look at him as she says, matter-of-factly:]

If I had really tried to attack you, you would be on fire. Or a pancake. [She smirks, and finally turns over her shoulder to smirk and stick her tongue out a little.] Or a hawk-sicle. Depends on what elemental spell I'm feeling that day.

[And that's only a sheer fraction of the elemental spells Norma's got. She definitely get's an A+ for variety.]

So a little fall means nothing to you.

[He arches an eyebrow at her.]

Right?

[So you can't get angry at him for dropping you on your ass, 'cause that's literally not a big deal. Right? His logic is flawless.]

A little fall - not too bad. But a little fall into the cold, mushy snow is a pretty big deal. I've gotta change my clothes now because of you, you know! [She points accusingly in his direction, huffing.] Not like I didn't need a few new pants and stuff for the warmer winter, but still! This is not exactly what I planned on doing today.

[And, with a few clothes picked out, Norma heads toward one of the dressing room.]

You should, too. I hear if you're sick, alcohol only makes it a bajillion times worse.

And yet now you're gonna get new clothes, with a perfect excuse to not feel like you're overindulging yourself. Life is full of extraordinary surprises like that.

[Don't you love his awesome deadpan? It's a flawless, amazing deadpan.]

Also, that's a lie. You only get sick if you're dumb enough to let yourself sober up enough to get a hangover.

[Norma just smiles openly, fluttering her eyes at Mihawk in a way that truly and honestly spells out how unfortunate and miserable her life is. Such a terrible fate indeed, to get to go shopping and try on some new clothes. And right before she entered the changing room, she laughs, staring down Mihawk's deadpan with a wide grin.]

You sound like someone I know. Or the several boozers that hang by the bar - can't forget them.

[Mihawk gave Norma a guileless smile for her troubles.]

Are you complaining?

Nope, just making an honest statement.

[And then she disappears into the changing room, trying on her new outfit and modeling to herself in the mirror. She'll take several minutes there before she comes out, to do just about the same for her male companion - model her new clothes and get his own opinion on them. But before that--]

You better be properly dressed when I come out, or I'm throwing you in the snow.

[He takes a moment to appreciate the view, before he blinks.]

Fine, fine!

[He shrugs before he goes of to nose about and see if there's anything that fits his style. He ends up picking a pair of jeans and a dark red shirt that - of course - goes unbuttoned. Because what is wearing shirts properly, in Mihawk land. Content with the results, he sits back to wait and hear her verdict about it.]

[When Norma comes out again, she's dressed snugly, though the color of her sweaterdress is a creamy yellow, more suited to her tastes. She takes one look at Mihawk and, while she nods her head to show her approval - he really does have a nice build, even if it's no where near his older self's - then rolls her eyes at the open shirt.]

Guys... [She sighs, marches over, and buttons the two middlemost ones, leaving it considerably open for him.] Where to next, Bright Eyes, the bar? Should be close by, actually. And as a worker there, I can maaaybe pull a string or two and show you the stock in the back. You can pick your favorite.

[He looks down at her, arching an eyebrow at the ease with which she just handled his clothing. If he were a little bit more dickish he'd say something about it. As it is, he brightens a little at her offer, and seemingly forgets anything about boundaries an whatnot, smirking at her.]

Is that so? If you keep spoiling me that much, I'm going to wonder who do you want dead.

[Boundaries? Norma has no idea what these "boundaries" are that you speak of. As far as she's concerned, if she knows someone (no matter if it's been an hour or a year) and likes them, they are fair game to having a Norma-barnacle attached for life. But that being said, she sticks her tongue out at her younger friend and shifts her weight on her other leg with a smirk of her own.]

Just consider it being broken in to the terror, annoyance, and humiliation that Luceti has yet to bestow upon you! ...You're better of drunk here, trust me.

That is basically true for pretty much everywhere I've ever been in my life.

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