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[serving_love]

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There’s a vineyard on this island. On the other side, away from town. What the hell. Clubs, bars, hotels, a pretty fucking decent food market, and a vineyard.

Can we never leave?


Unrelated, but – turkey, ham, or both?

Oh, and I need a head count. Mashiro-san, you guys are staying through Thursday at least, right?? ...And you, Ace?

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[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Disappointed?

...Huh?

Right. Robin says she's no good at partnered dances and I don't wanna dance with George. Maybe Nami, but still, it's a waste of time.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Think I'll live.

You said it wasn't weird! Just saying, I don't know why it would've been anyway.

Because anything that isn't training, eating, or sleeping is a waste of time, right?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Oh good, you have a spine.

What, the dancing? I didn't think it would be, either.

...Anything that...gets in the way of my goals is something I shouldn't do. Like this dancing thing—it's not that it's bad, it's just...the other day at the dojo was the first solid training I've done since we got here, and that's not acceptable, cook.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Shut up, asshole.

Well it's not like we went out during the day much, so whose fault is that? You rarely do your weight lifting at night anyway!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck off, everybody's been fucking busy. If it wasn't dancing places it was looking for dancing places and recovering from dancing places, and drinking—well, okay, that I don't regret.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Yes, there, that! DRINKING. You would've gone out and done that anyway, don't even pretend otherwise! Fine, maybe you don't like dancing, not everyone does, but don't act like the world's gonna fucking end because you went out with us and missed a rep or two.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Fine. Fucking conceded, whatever.

Still not going out again after this; like I said, no one to dance with. And I don't see why you and Usopp care so much.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, I don't know why we care either. Fine, I won't bother next time.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...Ah, fuck, don't blow this up into something, cook. This is stupid, it's just goddamn dancing.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I'm not. Just also conceding and letting you know that you don't have to worry about ME, at least, trying to get you to come out with us anymore. So you should be happy.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Mm. Well, I am.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Great. Fucking fantastic.

1/4, I think

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Right.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Stop pouting like a damn baby.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

........What the hell, I'm not--

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...

Oh - shut up, asshole.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Pft.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

Stop looking so goddamn smug and come peel some potatoes - if you can manage to make room in your oh-so-busy schedule to help out, anyway.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. But unless you want me in your galley covered in sweat, I'm taking a shower first.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, that's. Fine. Showering. Don't...need marimo sweat in all the food, after all.

GRATUITOUS ICON IS GRATUITOUS, SHOOT ME NOW

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Mm-hm, that's what I thought. I'll be right out, then.

/STARES

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Right. Right, take your time. I'll just. Get everything out for you.