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Impossible not to know who this was (unless you lived under a rock and Cora kind of had but with his line of previous work he'd kept some tabs on the world) and he had made point to avoid as many Yonko and Shichibukai as possible.

Paths crossed, sure. Skirting >>

a finger sets on her chin, pretending to think. in her little black bunny suit and long fishnets stretched to mould along her thighs, she feels invincible, almost.

”i do want my carrot... i’m awfully hungry, and if i’m remembering right, it does stuff my mouth just right.” —

He makes a face at him, arms crossed over his chest but with knitted brows he leans forward as well. "Not very well, you owe me compensation like rent, for taking up headspace over all these years"

Grumbling to himself, he looks to his face, looking for signs of any new scars. A glass eye. +

“you know,” she says after some silence ( on her part — shanks is rowdy as ever ), ”somebody once said that when you’re drunk, everything tastes just about the same. i think you’re here because you like younger women.”

that’s not to say that she hasn’t witnessed him and his crew’s many benders. —

Isn’t it too early to get drunk?

my bunny mind has something its set on, but what would please yo— i mean, what would you choose?

💭 He’s vulnerable 👀