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⠀⠀you know that you don't /actually/ need to stop drinking for a little scratch, right? * 💧 .
( he's ready to follow but god, he worries for what seems to be a severe lack of medical knowledge. )
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⠀⠀what happened to the doctors advice ?
( he raises his brow — he may be a doctor but at the end he was a pirates doctor. )
just one or two. i was only pulling your leg, after all.
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⠀⠀( hongo would've kept a straight face had the other not reacted so strongly, laughing away in his seat and clutching his stomach — laughter was the best medicine after all. )
i'm teasing, i'm teasing—
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⠀i'm not going to ---- ?!⠀(⠀⠀face suddenly turning red,⠀reminiscing of a cherry tomato as he points a finger at hongo all angrily.⠀⠀not /actually/ angry.⠀⠀)⠀⠀you pervert!⠀⠀i wasn't thinkin' anythin' of the sorts!⠀⠀*💢♨️
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⠀⠀what did we say about not needing to thank me, eh?
( a playful pat on the shoulder that turns into a bicep squeeze, a hearty chuckle to accompany. )
now no smoking, no alcohol, no drugs, no sudden movements, no wrestling the 'ol python downstairs, etc, etc .
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⠀you know what you’re doing. ⠀( ⠀⠀lip curls upward, continuing to pout a little in embarrassment. ⠀⠀though⠀, it already feels a /lot/ more bearable once the bandage is wrapped around finger. ⠀⠀)⠀⠀ * . . . ⠀hmph. ⠀⠀thank you..
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⠀⠀it's not silly — you're a big boy, no?
( strips are carefully placed one by one, pulling the cut closed and holding it in place so that eventually the skin would heal over.
then he wraps it in a cloth bandage for good measure, protecting the tape work. )
there.
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⠀you don’t. need to call me such silly names.. ⠀( ⠀⠀he tries to act all embarassed, ⠀but it’s obvious that benn doesn’t hate the nickname. ⠀⠀being as still as he possibly can while looking away. ⠀⠀)
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⠀⠀come on, big boy.
( brief praise as he allows a few seconds for the excess alcohol to dry up — the medical tape is cut into thin, small and precise strips which hongo uses to slowly pull the cut closed. )
now hold still, don't want the tape moving before i wrap it ..
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⠀( ⠀⠀shuddering a bit as he feels the fresh sting of the alcohol hit the wound. ⠀⠀hissing through his teeth, ⠀clamping eyes shut. ⠀⠀) ⠀⠀ooow —— shit.. ⠀⠀*💧
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⠀⠀you don't have to thank me.
( a small grin, repeating what the other had already stated — he holds his hand, finger looped around the others to keep it still, sort of intimate ...
he drips a bottle of cleansing alcohol over it, grip tightening incase it stung. )
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⠀( ⠀⠀grumble, ⠀grumble. ⠀⠀giving said hand to hongo, ⠀or atleast extending it to where it was in his reach. ⠀⠀watching the other get all the supplies… ⠀⠀)⠀* . . . ⠀i know i don’t gotta thank ya. ⠀⠀but. ⠀⠀uh. ⠀⠀thanks.
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⠀⠀not terrible — but seriously. give me your hand.
( in the meantime he helps himself to a small roll of medical tape and a fabric bandage. )
i'll have to tape it closed and wrap it but there shouldn't be a scar once it's healed.
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⠀⠀good news? you'll live.
( an attempt at lightening his shameful mood, gesturing for him to take a seat opposite. )
bad news? you have to give me your hand — and not in marriage before you go getting all excited on me.
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⠀⠀what butter knife did you piss off to do that?
( it clearly isn't anything to worry about based on his lax nature — or at least he's sure beckman will endure, shifting forward in his seat and holding his hand out. )
come.
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it wasn't the goal, but now that it happened it as peaked his interest.
his hand signals to his own quarters where treasure hides.
"or you can set two chairs in the helm while I go pick it up. . ."
open ended question, a smug playful smirk dances across his lips
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making someone flustered is like a high for Shanks he doesn't understand. he just smiles nodding profusely.
"I agree! I got a very curious cherry flavored sake from a very fancy shop, we can drink" * 😏😇
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