in some ways you make me want to be a better man, and that fleeting thought breathes only for the flicker of a moment. i snuff it out, extinguish the wick between two fingers, and burn myself again. in some ways. only in some.
( all it takes is a simple flick from his pointer finger — and little aim, for a small burst of flames to dart from him to the cook’s cigarette; no lighter necessary for the time being )
.. yea’, a trick .. a pretty neat one i picked up too.
.. well ain’t that somethin’. i’ve met a lot of devil fruit users across the grand line but nothing like yours — what’s your power? *😸
( secretly clutching his pearls. preparing higan behind his back. )
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⠀⠀ ( puncturing through where mouth should be and dragging nail across to create opening . bIood to seep and pour from tongue when he tries to speak . )
⠀⠀ why .
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( watching her with an amused look on his face — he can’t really blame her for being so grumpy after a long day of trekking. )
*💧 heard .. but ‘m still not goin’ .
( he’ll stay right here, thank you .. even if it means watching the sea while she sleeps. )
( 💧 . . . )
You really believe you're helping me from bein' bothered ?
*You woke me!
Hell, you sleep like a baby . . . But when it's my turn?
( A scoff. She crosses her arms and shuts her eyes again. Closing her mouth is the more thoughtful solution. )