if you were to come looking for me,i need you to know that i would let you find me. i need you to know that i'm never going to stop waiting for you,no matter how hopeless the wait may be.
“ you don ‘ t engage with people on land , huh ? “
spike flips the attention of the conversation onto nami easily , tone urging her to elaborate . he finds himself naturally intrigued by the indicative nature of her words , his posture relaxing against his ship – attentive .
– a faint smirk curling at the edge of his lips , spike cast his eyes downward , lazily flicking ash from the end of his cigarette . the corner of his cigarette twitched at his lips as he brought it up for another drag , eyes squinting as he took in the woman in front of him . .
❝I can’t say we do... though I’m not too confident I’d have heard about something like this,❞ she admitted, a slightly bashful smile crossing her lips as her free hand— the one not gripping her staff— rose to rub the back of her neck.
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“ planet - hopper . . . he echoed , amusement lacing his voice
“ that ’ s one way to put it . ” he muses as he exhales a thin stream of smoke – theres obvious curiosity and even amusement in the bounty hunters tone as he speaks
catch up , pistol making its way into his hand .
slender fingers stayed pressed against the barrel , trigger discipline in place as he catches up . he fires , not only a warning shot , but a (not so silent) cue to faye that
he was there
– spike couldn ‘ t help the eye roll that sent brown pupils in a round , taking another
slow drag of his cigarette before reluctantly flicking it towards the ground , tip of his
black shoe snubbing out the glowing embers .
‘ better not be a waste of a good cigarette . . ,
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A familiar purple-haired vixen crashes into the bounty hunter, clearly in a hurried frenzy; she shoots him a glare for being an obstacle in her escape route, muttering "get out of the way, lunkhead—!" before dashing down the alleyway...
... Sure enough, a couple of thugs soon -
– he muses to himself before taking a look both ways on the semi - crowded street
before dipping into the alley to follow faye ‘ s trail , behind heavy 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒌 of boots from
the men now caught in the middle of the two bounty hunters .
– long legs make it easy for spike to >>
— there ‘ s a soft 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 of metal as he flicks open a lighter , bringing artificial flame up to marlboro red between his lips .
— a deep drag , orange embers burning tobacco and filling his lungs with smoke . . . 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒘𝒘𝒘 of an exhale .
— spikes back is >>