who are we mistaken.ᐣ
but you see, it's not me, it's not my family
in your head, in your head they are 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴
with their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns
in your head, in your head, they are 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴
— zombie, the cranberries
I’m sorry- I just..
(Sigh.)
She’s. Got a complicated heart.. she’s. I- we’ve got. A lot of similarities.. actually.. I can- see myself in her. In some ways..
*She clicks her tongue, looking off to the side.
Don't speak nonsense. I just saved your ass, I'm not interested in arresting you...
*Hina closes her eyes, inhaling deeply.
Fucking warlords...
(Squeak! Oh maybe it would’ve been better had she just died, actually. Planting her hand on the bed only to wince at the pain..)
Sorry- sorry. I’m sorry- but- I’m. Nevermind- I’m sorry.
That’s uh- the worse part..
👉👈*
(Keeping her gaze locked so far away.. her voice dropping even quieter.. almost a whisper.)
I kinda- was maybe.. in a little bit of a.. dating? Or.. situationship.. with one of his. Family members..
*Her eyebrows furrow, trying not to blow up at her more. Scolding Smoker was always more fun than scolding Tashigi.
What did you even do to piss /him/ off?
Well I wasn’t gonna have anyone near me to make me fight?? That would’ve been stupid..
(Pouting.. turning her gaze to the side, her cheeks burning up with embarrassment.)
Sorry. Rear admiral.
*Hina's teeth grit, fingers curling around her biceps.
God, you're /both/ stupid.
*Raising a hand to her face, she pinches her nose, hissing in a breath before looking at Tashigi.
That bastard loves to puppet around marines and make them fight. But you were... alone. So you—
(squeak! Shrinking back a little.)
I’m fine- hey! I’m fine! I lived!
(Raising her uninjured hand. Like for some reason she’d expected the other to strike.)
He came by for uh- reasons. And I. Pissed him off a little.. I almost got to stab him, though!
So it /was/ Doflamingo. * 💢
*And here it comes...
What the hell were you thinking?! You could've gotten yourself /killed/. You're lucky to be breathing right now.
*Her arms cross, kicking back in her chair more.
What happened. Tell me. Now.
I’m fine- fine. As fine as I can be- atleast.. you know- you don’t have to worry about him returning.. I- he won’t. Not now..
(Her head tilted down, her voice quiet.. ashamed..)
*And there Hina was, for many, many hours, propped up against the doorframe that connects a wider area of HQ's medical area. Considering her status, she was able to request one of a limited amount of private rooms. As level-headed as Hina typically is, she is on edge, keeping to—
(Slowly, she came back to consciousness, blinking rapidly to clear the blurry mess from her eyes.. only to shoot up in her bed as she spots Hina in the room.)
I- I- Rear Admiral-! 💧*
—the door in case of any threatening presence. Focusing on that stalls her growing ache of a cigarette, which seemingly only Smoker could get away with cigars always lit wherever he roamed.
*But when Tashigi speaks, her attention is easily tugged to the middle of the room. She—
*While visiting headquarters, the rear admiral had crossed paths with a warlord. None of them were all that likable for a plethora of reasons, but the overwhelmingly pink presence that nearly runs into her has a particularly vile presence. She can feel it more strongly now,—
—twitches. Her eyes widen, immediately recognizing a very weak and injured [ @GladiusDucis ] on the floor. Dropping onto a knee beside her, Hina's eyes narrow at her sliced hand. Wasting no time, she grabs Tashigi's uninjured hand to hoist her up, supporting the swordswoman with—
@GladiusDucis —tilting her head as she looks at the swordswoman.
Drag club? I didn't know you were the type to look out for clubs, let alone drag clubs.
*Hina's eyes briefly flicker down.
Have you ever performed yourself?
@GladiusDucis *As Hina delicately picks up her drink as a show for the bartender and lifts it to her lips, she turns her head towards Tashigi again. She takes her first sip before backing up into a barstool and taking a seat.
*Then, her brow quirks. An amused smirk tugs on her painted lips,—