serving_love | (no subject)

Mm. They grow on you, right?...Doesn't mean I'm gonna take to their gossiping ways.

...Heh. You shoulda gone to Chopper.

It's not always gossip. I just want to know...you know. ...How you are.

Don't start.

...

...I'm...good? I think. Aside from our current clusterfuck. How are...you.

You brought it up.

...Roughly the same.

Yes, well. There's nothing Chopper could have done.

Mm-hm........Is that it? Huh. That was short and relatively painless.

That's underestimating him. He's fucking good at what he does.

...Well, generally if we were going to have a proper talk, we would actually...talk. But I don't know how to do that without you taking offense, so I've given up.

I know. I just didn't see the sense in bothering him, really. How was I to know this would happen?

...I'm not gonna get offended at talking. We've talked some before. I just think it's fucking awkward to talk to you about the cook, especially ON HIS JOURNAL. And obviously we're not gonna go into your shit.

Well you can go now, can't you.

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Well I didn't want to talk about him. I just asked, and you got...defensive. I was expecting something to the effect of "Fine," and then a subject change. I just thought it might be polite to ask. We don't have to "go into" anything. I just can't talk to you about anything without getting a suspicious look.

I just did, thank you very much.

...I'm working on that, dammit. I did the same damn thing to Robin when I was getting used to HER, anyway. Less, but I think I should be allowed a look, considering.

And?

...Well. All right, fine.

And he gave me something that I'm supposed to rub on it twice a day. It's orange.

Hn. ...Fighting together with us like this will probably help. Which seems wrong what with how this mess is fucked up, but there y'go.

Orange, huh...He made me drink bright pink gloop one time. Is it helping, is the important thing.

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...I feel the same way, honestly.

It's helping a bit. Normally I don't like going to doctors. When I worked for the government, the medical solution to everything tended to involve drugging the subject up and telling them not to move for six weeks.

Hn. Fire forges stronger steel, I guess. ...Fuck, that was cliche. My sensei used to say it, that's not on me.

...That's unpleasant. N'doesn't seem very efficient.

Ha. Noted.

It was, and it isn't. They had to deal with a lot of injured patients at once, and weren't able to provide personalized care, which amounted to a lot of morphine.

What, was your top secret assassins group understaffed or something? I thought you guys were valuable, why'd you get stuck in the same medical as normal Marines?

We didn't always, but after a rough battle, all the medical teams would be overrun with patients.

I thought you guys mostly did covert ops and sneaky stuff.

We did. We also did things like...fight pirates who were storming the gates, for example. Large-scale battles like that were the only time most of us would get seriously hurt.

Hm. Yeah, guess I vaguely remember that part of your job.

Didn't it get irritating to be secret all the time? Think I'd go crazy.

No. It took a certain kind of personality; they would only consider people for the position who could handle the strain. Personally, I didn't even realize that not being isolated from society at all times had merits until around a year ago.

Ah. "A certain personality." I see...No wonder you were all such weirdos.

That when you joined the crew?

And you're a paragon of normality, are you.

Mmhm.

Well, suppose it's kinda uncommon to have green hair. That's the only thing I can think of.

...How did that even happen, anyway?

Not a single thing about you is average, you dolt.

I was asked, and I said yes.

Not average, maybe, but I don't have a Devil Fruit or anything, it's just a lot of training. And I'm still not a weirdo like your non-DF people.

...Right. I said no when he first asked. Well, more like he decided I was gonna be his nakama, and I was in denial for a while.