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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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Look, it's -- don't worry about it, I wasn't gonna...do anything, I mean, I know I'm not- Er. Fuck. Just - forget I said anything! Or forget you said anything, I guess, since I couldn't even fucking own up to it- Anyway, it ain't a big deal. Right? I'll get over it. Keep ignoring it, whatever, no problem.

Ignore...? You think I don't—? God, you're fucking dense!

...You're also sleeping with Lucci, you fall half in love with every woman you meet and you'll settle down with one eventually, this probably is some kind of damn phase you'll get over, and...like you said, I don't do casual shit.

Especially not with you. 'Cause you're exactly my fucking type, whatever the hell that means.

I'll keep ignoring it, I meant...

...Right, see? I'm not dense, asshole, I knew all of that. I'm not your type and - the casual thing...right. Not for you. S'why I wasn't gonna try something. Figured you wouldn't be interested and it'd probably fuck things up anyway.

So we can just...pretend we didn't have this conversation. In fact, it'd be really fucking awesome if you would forget about it entirely.

...Holy shit, now you're not even reading what I'm fucking writing. Moron. How do you get "you're not my type" from...fuck, nevermind.

This is just...tiring. And pointless. Even if I do—I don't just want a damn fuck-buddy, so you're right, it wouldn't work.

...Fine. I'll fucking try.

...

...

I - yeah. Just...realized that. Fucking shit, I was talking to Lucci and noticed- I guess that's...what I was expecting you to say. Er.

Jesus fuck.

...You're talking t'Lucci about this. Really.

...It might have come up?

...Perfect.

It was him or Usopp.

...Yeah, good choice. Least the leopard won't try to talk t'me about it.

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That, and I thought it might make Usopp's head explode.

...More than him finding out about you and Lucci?

More like in addition to that. But yeah, probably more. I dunno, I think he doesn't even consider it a possibly. You and me, I mean. When he was trying to guess who I'd, uh...been with...he listed every other guy on the ship and why it wasn't them. Except for you. Like the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

...Huh. Trying to decide if I'm insulted. Maybe 'cause he knows we fight so much? And well, I guess you n'I both know how, uh...implausible...it seems...

Anyway, good thing you didn't tell him, then. Not that there's...really anything to tell.

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But...wait, wait if you're also -- I mean. Maybe...you don't have to forget about it. Now.

...Make up your freaking mind!!

How does what I...feel...change anything?? All that other stuff I said still stands. S'better to leave it alone.

It changes everything, I didn't think you were even slightly interested - shit, and I'm sorry I'm going off in like a thousand directions on you, it's just.

...What's your definition of not casual?

You think I gotta damn handbook? I dunno, but it'd be too "complicated" for you, so what's the point? Something more than fucking, preferably not sharing, and with someone who's not just dicking around with guys because he can't choose a girl!

S'not like I'm looking t'get freaking married, cook, but which of those do you want to deal with? Right, none. Just—stick with the leopard.

Look, I needed- no, I wanted uncomplicated at the time, but you can stop fucking throwing that word at me because with you it's different! I don't know why or how, because you're such a goddamn pain in the ass, but. I mean. Well it's not like you'd have to share anyway, Lucci ain't exactly expecting anything from me, that was the point of...whatever we were doing.

I don't know. Maybe it is just a phase, but maybe... But you're probably right. I don't know how we'd ever work out.

Bwah? You...different, huh. ...Fine, I'll stop bringing up "uncomplicated." And Lucci. Anyway, you're a pain in the ass, too! You—distract me. All the time!

...Even if it isn't, it's. Still not a good idea. Probably. We're—bad at this, we've already established that. Even if we both—um.

Yes, different. It's...I don't know. You're you. So it's different. And you're JUST as distracting! The way you strut all around the goddamn place. Geez.

...Yeah. It'd probably make shit...weird. More weird. Could mess up the crew dynamics or...something.

...You're making it hard to just let this go, cook. You make me want to—

But. Yeah. Yeah, exactly, that's why. So we just...won't. I mean, we've been avoiding it so far, should be—no problem. Right.

...And I don't strut. People who train naturally get sweaty and hot!

...Yeah, sure, no problem. And you're one to talk about it being hard, saying shit like THAT. Fucking hell.

You strut. And you train RIGHT where I can see you from the galley door half the time. If I go out for a smoke break or something.

I stopped!! I didn't say anything!

...That's not on purpose. And I'm not the one being distracting those times! With you just—leaning there, staring at me, and dragging from those damn smokes!