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[serving_love]

...These kittens are getting pretty damn mobile. They're gonna be all over the freaking place soon.

Anyway, why the hell's it so quiet tonight? Even the sea's quiet, there ain't a shitty breeze or nothing. S'weird. Anyone wanna drink or something? I was thinking of...I dunno, making cookies maybe. Possibly. Who knows.

Either way, I'll be in the galley.

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Hahahaha WHO KNOWS.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Yep. Gokudera and them. I think they mostly just wanna see the kittens, but I said I'd feed them. They're bringing us supplies.

.....A ghost—no. Just. No. ...What move?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...They're traveling to see our kittens. What.

Why not?

Eh. Testing something—seeing if I can extend a certain ability to my long range attacks. Could be a stepping stone. We'll see.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...They're popular, what. Some kid on their ship was hoping to get one...I think. Too early for that, though.

Because I've had my fill of shitty ghost ships and ghostly things and zombies and all that crap. No thank you.

Ah. Need someone to practice against?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Kittens are not unusual things. ...And don't those guys blow up their ship constantly, anyway?

It'd be better than nothing.

...It doesn't work all the time, yet. And annoying as you are, I don't think Luffy would like it if I actually cut you in half, cook.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Don't ask me to figure out how their minds work. And...yes. They do.

Doubtful. I'd rather the sea king.

...I'm pretty sure I know how to block or dodge if need be, marimo.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...You didn't want to leave a kitten on Berk.

Whatever. Something.

No, that's not—agh. It's an air-strike, moron, and I wouldn't be sure it worked unless it connected. If I did it right it'd leave a red line, at worst. If I didn't it'd probably cut an arm off something.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I don't want to leave a kitten with them, either!

Something would be good, yes.

I get that, dumbass, I'm not an idiot. So just don't do it wrong. Attacks ain't ever perfected until you can pull them off under pressure, you know that.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Who would you leave one with?

That's what I said.

No shit I know that, that's why I want us to be attacked. Like you didn't wait until we were fighting actual enemies to try out that fire-foot thing of yours, anyway.

If you wanna go, though, fine.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

...I dunno.

And I was agreeing with you.

Diable Jambe. And that’s because there wasn’t some boring-ass stretch of shitty nothing before we got to Water 7! We were only sailing for what, a few days? Not like I didn’t try it out on you because I was worried I’d break your stupid face or something.

I wanna go.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...Hm.

I know!

That's what I said—fire-foot. ...Hn.

Then let's go.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

It's still a long ways off anyway.

You're the one who pointed it out!

Diable Jambe. I don't call your shitty movie the three-headed octopus thing.

Deck?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

True. So we should stop talking about it all the time.

...Oh yeah.

What three-headed octopus—! Fine, Diable Jambe. ...What does that even mean, anyway, Devil Jam? Weird name for an attack.

Deck.

...wow typo. MOVE** :|

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I didn't even bring it up that time! ...Or I didn't on purpose anyway.

Dumbass.

...No, you idiot, it means Devil's Leg. Jam? What the hell.

On my way.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, I know.

...Sounds like jam.

Good.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

It does not sound like jam!!

...That move ain't bad.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

'Jambe'. 'Jam'.

Eh. Still needs work.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Yeah, exactly, there's that whole 'be' part of it so it doesn't sound like JAM.

You didn't slice anything off, at least. Maybe a couple hairs. And you owe me a new tie.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Sounds more like jam than leg, s'all I'm saying.

Hn. I'll get you one with marimo on it, how's that.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

laskjhfs it doesn't have to sound like leg, that's just what it MEANS.

...Why the hell would I want a shitty marimo tie. Do they even make those? That's something I would get for YOU.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. You're a cook, how should I know what you name your attacks for. Could've been jam.

You wouldn't. That's the point. And I don't wear ties at all.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Well that one isn't, you moron.

You should start. Occasionally. Ties make people look good.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Whatever, I don't speak French.

Nooses. They're pointless. And why would I?

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Obviously.

Haven't we already determined that they do have at least one good use to them? And I dunno. We could crash a high-end party or something.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...That's when you're wearing one. ...Right, I'm gonna do that.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

It could go both ways.

You should! We should. It might be fun. We could bring Nami-san and Robin-chan and Michiko-chan and Vivi—all the ladies back some jewels and shit!