slightoverkill | 5th Form

[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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[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.

Ooooh life experience, then. [A sagely nod, though at the same time, Norma's lips turn into a witty smirk. Heh, wonder how that "life experience" will translate when he changes back. It'll definitely be funny if Mihawk remembers everything that happens to him as a youngster.]

Right! Okay, you ready to hit the road or what? The bar should actually be just a few shops down from where we are now, I think. It's really close by, and even though I'm off duty today, I think I could get you a drink or two. And I definitely wouldn't mind one myself, so...let's charge forward already!

[FIST. PUMP.]

[He gives her a small smirk.]

Lead the way, to booze and beyond.

[Yeah, yeah, she's getting there, jeez! Impatient, alcoholic brat... Norma snickers but does indeed lead Mihawk straight to the bar. It doesn't take very long at all, and after a quick wink and a salute to the person on duty, she waves the young swordsman toward the back room. There, will be the crates and wall holding an impressive array of different alcohols - from light wines and beers all the way to hard liquors, vodkas, and tequila. And, of course...the infamous Romulan Blue Ale. In fact, Norma has to pause to stare at Mihawk and say very seriously while pointing to it.]

That is off limits. But here's what you'd like...yep! Still got it. [Doo dee doo, taking down a bottle of red wine, and holding it out to the youngster.] Here y'go. And feel free to look for anything else you might like. I may hang around here for a while...in case they need me for anything.

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