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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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[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!

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...Hm. Maybe.

Nami's the cat-burglar. And a 'high-end' party—sounds boring as hell.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

I would find it useful.

...Well you should just randomly wear a tie one day just for the hell of it, then. And we can skip the party.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

Che. I'm sure you would.

Uh-huh. When hell freezes over.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Fine, I'll just lasso you with one of my own, then.

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

...What? No you won't.

[serving-love.livejournal.com]

Wanna bet?

[strayswordsman.livejournal.com]

That's a fool's bet.