[And he'll complain if the position is ever reversed! Though he hopes not.]
Eh, Swordboy isn't too fond of clowns. [Or this one in particular... but--] Don't worry about it. Straw Hat never strikes me as the type who's big on hearing apologies anyway.
Great! Wanna come by my place for it or you want to go out somewhere and see what other trouble we can get into?
Well, I've seen Luffy pass through here at least three times. I hope you get your chance, kid.
I'll get the drinks ready, then! [As for what they could get into--]
We could always find something to deface around the hotel? Their stupid paintings beg for it sometimes... Or maybe we can find something nice and shiny and easy to slip by with sticky fingers?
He never really talks about times when he was a kid.
I don’t really know much about his past, just that we share a common story with how we came to be together. Shanks has always been pretty guarded, unfortunately.
I don’t think he’s ashamed of his past, but just likes to look forward and at the now.
(It doesn’t take her long to find Buggy’s room. She’s feeling particularly giddy about the idea of pranking her father. It was silly as it was exciting. She’s sure it’s not going to go as planned, but what if it does? No need to get ahead of yourself, Uta chides herself mentally.
She runs her fingers through her long hair, a last check to make sure it looked presentable despite the fact it’s just up in a high ponytail. It’s not like she was aiming to impress Buggy. She’s allowed to want to look like she didn’t just roll out of bed.
Or something.
She smiles, knocking on his door three times before taking a slight step back.)
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[And he'll complain if the position is ever reversed! Though he hopes not.]
Eh, Swordboy isn't too fond of clowns. [Or this one in particular... but--] Don't worry about it. Straw Hat never strikes me as the type who's big on hearing apologies anyway.
Great! Wanna come by my place for it or you want to go out somewhere and see what other trouble we can get into?
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I could come by! I mean we can figure out if we want to go out from there. What kind of trouble do you think we could get into?
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I'll get the drinks ready, then! [As for what they could get into--]
We could always find something to deface around the hotel? Their stupid paintings beg for it sometimes... Or maybe we can find something nice and shiny and easy to slip by with sticky fingers?
[... Orr-]
Wanna see if we an prank Red Hair?
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(Drinks, and a good time. It strand sounds better than just sitting in her room doing, well, nothing. She considers his suggestions, then—)
You want to prank my father? (A pause.) How? He’s pretty observant.
Not saying I don’t want to! He’s just tricky to catch off guard.
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[... But it will be tricky, no doubt. Dumb red head.]
Of course your-- [Ugh.] father played plenty of his own tricks. Did he ever tell you what a brat he was?
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I don’t really know much about his past, just that we share a common story with how we came to be together. Shanks has always been pretty guarded, unfortunately.
I don’t think he’s ashamed of his past, but just likes to look forward and at the now.
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[For a lot of reasons.]
Our crew found him in a treasure chest, I believe. Is that how you were found, then?
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Yeah. They found me inside after raiding another pirate ship. I’m… really glad he did.
(Who knows what the other crew would have done if they found her.)
He always loves talking about that.
But let me come to your room. We can talk more about pranking Shanks!
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We'll come up with something really flashy!
[The least he could do is pretend to be surprised by their prank!
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She runs her fingers through her long hair, a last check to make sure it looked presentable despite the fact it’s just up in a high ponytail. It’s not like she was aiming to impress Buggy. She’s allowed to want to look like she didn’t just roll out of bed.
Or something.
She smiles, knocking on his door three times before taking a slight step back.)