Hot and cold, it was boiling ice water in Smoker's veins. He took off walking, having no more words for Karen or Zenigata and unable to stand there as if it didn't bother him while the inspector ogled her. Jaw clenched on cigars, avoiding a half-snarl he reminded himself exactly what he'd told Robin, that he couldn't fault the inspector for not being blind and having good taste. But somehow it didn't seem so valid when he couldn't rest secure in the knowledge that Karen was still his and therefore he didn't have to worry. When he couldn't just remind himself that her fire would burn a non-devil fruit user so he was an exception in being able to handle it. Right then it didn't seem to matter as much.
"Point the way Ensign," Smoker growled shortly as his heavy boots stomped down the wooden stairs, not caring whether they followed him or not, just knowing he needed to move. If it was any other port, any other ISLAND but Water 7, he'd be on his bike. Just moving to hunt down pirates. Even Shabondy archipelago with the island made of tree had more turf to travel over and plenty of scum to beat up. As it was, he still had his jitte with him, unlikely as it was that they would encounter any difficulties here.
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"Point the way Ensign," Smoker growled shortly as his heavy boots stomped down the wooden stairs, not caring whether they followed him or not, just knowing he needed to move. If it was any other port, any other ISLAND but Water 7, he'd be on his bike. Just moving to hunt down pirates. Even Shabondy archipelago with the island made of tree had more turf to travel over and plenty of scum to beat up. As it was, he still had his jitte with him, unlikely as it was that they would encounter any difficulties here.