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Who: You (should you choose to accept it obvs.)
Where: Random Pitstop Island to pick up Charle, get milk (no really), transfer pirate prisoners to a mainland prison, Garp and Smoker fight over Tea vs. Coffee, Smoker beats up more pirates and goes out on the bike. He needs it. Go wild if if you want to put something down like skipping in daffodils.
What: Whatever you want. Also Smoker's taking a motorcycle ride.
When: Whenever.
Why: Bored and still can't come up with a meme. It's a slow night. PLUS there are like 20 marines now. Start interacting with each other.
Rating: Whatever you want. Go wild. My notifs are barely working as it is. (I'll add in warnings for myself if it happens.)

Smoker rubbed his bike down with a cloth. A basic inspection now that they were at an island and he wanted to get out and stretch his legs. The buildings were too far apart for building jumping but that suited him just fine. He'd barely gotten to use his bike in the last few months and it was driving him crazy. Being in close quarters with Garp on a semi-regular basis only reminded him just how much he needed to break out. It was the same feeling he'd had as a teen, desperate to break free from all restraints and burn up the track. He needed the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of just being in motion, knowing that he was going somewhere he wanted to go, taking down foes, following true justice. Freedom really. Tashigi knew enough by now to know his plans regarding this so he didn't even bother informing her beyond the note he left on his desk. She had her own errands to run in any case.

He finished scrubbing down his bike, checking her over for any new nicks or scratches, wear and tear of the ocean and flicked the lights to life before shutting off the radio he'd had playing in the background. For the dozenth time in the last two hours, Smoker debated going up to find Karen to beg her to come out with him. He hated begging though, couldn't bring himself to do it. He really just wanted to pick her up, sit her on the bike and take off and just enjoy the bitching she gave him over it, but he had a feeling the repercussions would last longer than just her yelling at him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying once again to figure out how to deal with the woman. Garp solidified the feeling that he needed to figure it out, but the Vice Admiral seemed to think being confusing was just a woman's job in life. Actually, given nearly every other woman Smoker had ever known, that was quite possibly the case.

Maybe if he picked up some jewelry and flowers in town. Or a bottle of wine. Damn, the woman turned him around. One night stands he could deal with smoothly, but Karen would always be something else.

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Always one for exploring the islands that they often made port at, Karen, dressed in white for once, headed back from a sort of religious ground. While it probably wasn't straight Catholic, anyplace to worship the Lord was the best for her. God could forgive her for her sins when the time came for Judgment. She was just anyways.

Wandering around the town, the red head looked from shop to shop, idly curious on the price of beautiful clothing that looked comfortable. She was in need of some new attires since Smoker's frustration lead to her normal clothing being torn to shreds. Ah well, whatever made the Marine happy.

About her way, she tapped her lip, looking into a rather lovely pottery shop. Maybe a tea set for Garp? That would probably piss Smoker off more, but Valentine's Day was coming up...She would have to think more on it.

At the sight of red-hair, Smoker slowed the engine down to a soft purr and stashed his bike behind a building before tapping Karen on the shoulder. "M'lady," he grinned cheerfully and even gave a formal bow, delighted at seeing her as always. "I believe I owe you more clothes," he grinned even wider. He always owed her clothes. "Or is this excursion for something separate. If you'd prefer to be alone I can scram." But his voice tapered into a low growl that showed how much he loathed the idea of letting her wander a suddenly dangerous city, wrought with pirates and possibly villainous people lurking in the shadows, despite the previous welcoming atmosphere.

Blinking once someone tapped her shoulder, Karen smiled faintly at the happy words from the familiar voice. "I believe you owe me a completely new wardrobe." She commented before she glanced up at her fiance.
"Scared I'll be taken captive and ravaged by pillaging pirates?" She said in jest and turned around, folding her arms playfully across her chest to stare up at him. "What are you doing out here?"

"I do, yes," Smoker grinned. "Bout time I started paying some it off, don't you think?" He stepped closer despite the crossed arms, still grinning. "Stretching my legs. And you very well could be if you don't have me around to stop them. We could use you for bait. I'll even let you burn as many as you want."

"Goodness, the idea of dirty talk to you is on and on about how you'd destroy pirates." She teased with a smirk and turned to walk off. She didn't stray far, mostly kept to window shopping along the streets of this new island. Every island was almost like visiting an entire new country. So thrilling.

Like a loyal puppy, Smoker tagged alongside, determined now that he'd found her not to let her too far out of his sighs. "I could talk dirtier," he added with an amused arched eyebrow, "But it's in public. People would stare and I hate being shot down mercilessly." His ears were tinged with pink but he tried to ignore it best he could by busying himself with her window shopping. "Purses?"

She glanced back at him and blinked. His ears...

A small giggle came from Karen's lips and she pointed. "And here you said you weren't mushy and never blushed. I told you, you were a liar."

Smoker couldn't help flushing even worse at that, and attempted to figure out a way to roughly adjust his jacket collar without being too obvious. It couldn't be done, but at least it meant her eyes were on him. "It's not blushing," he scowled as darkly as possible, trying to make his voice and face menacing especially since the reddening was only get getting more pronounced. "It's just a reaction to..." Aw fuck, he couldn't really lie to her. He swiftly grabbed her from behind and nuzzled a rough cheek against hers, hiding the flaming cheeks against her and growling darkly. "Cut that fiendish woman. Bad enough alone, I have a reputation to maintain you know. A shoddy one, but still better than this."

Karen did nothing but smirk at that. She loved pissing him off because then it was harder for him to lie to her. Leaning in, Karen pecked his cheek and smiled sweetly. "As long as you admit that it was a blush you just had~"

"Only for you," he muttered darkly, "And only with you will I admit it." He tapped her on the nose, face finally starting to cool a little more. "Got it?"

"For now." She smiled and and pointed to his ears. "Still red though~"

With a giggle, Karen turned back around and continued about her way with her eyes scanning the windows and the contents inside. Fashion here was indeed different than in Tokyo, but it held its own charm about it.

Smoker grunted in irritation and tagged along nonetheless. "See anything you like?" he asked hopefully. He tried to take in the sights, but his eyes kept wandering straight back to the woman with him instead. "You needed err... what was it again?" he grinned at her with a lazy smirk. His focus was too far lost to remember what type of clothes she didn't and didn't have. He wasn't much of one for clothes in any case, just jeans because they were practical and comfortable. And enough to know that Hina spent far too much money on things with no comfortable appeal whatsoever. Also, that Tashigi's shirts were too loud, but anyone who wasn't blind could tell that much.

"Just some dresses." She idly commented as she looked from one thing to another. "Nothing that screams out attention or that I'm willing to risk you ripping apart." She smirked with a teasing glance over her shoulder to him. "I'd hate for you to waste money only to rip it to shreds then get that embarrassing look on your face afterwords." She teased.

Gritting his teeth hard on cigars, Smoker twitched and growled irritably, "I do not get embarrassed over everything! Stop that!" Unfortunately, he was blushing again which gave him dead away. "Tch. Something sturdy then. Maybe with buttons or a zipper." It was only the complicated ones with multiple straps that got to him. Unfortunately that described most of her wardrobe, but nevertheless, the commodore was fairly certain he could manage keeping it in tact if it was easy. He took a step closer and muttered darkly in her ear too quietly for anyone else to pick up, "And no lace. It drives me wild." He was flushing deeper over the admission, but at least this was in a more controlled than flustered way.

"Besides," He added cockily after walking away a few steps to the door, "I like spending money on you. Not much else I'm going to do with it besides charities and cigars."

She couldn't help but laugh at how embarrassed he was becoming. "If I recall correctly, you just bit the buttons off the last thing I wore with buttons." She said cheekily before she turned around to face him. When he stepped closer, she was more so staring right up at him. "Why no lace? I wanted my wedding dress to have lots of lace." She teased. "The garter, too~"

"You don't say..." Smoker's mind completely trailed off with mental images. Biting off her buttons (oh right... that one... hm) and a white lace wedding dress. The garter belt mental image, wrapped around her thigh, teasing him the whole ceremony until he got to tear it off and toss it away, completely melted his brain to the point that only pirates could have snapped him out of it. "That doesn't sound too objectionable..." Objectionable? It sounded like bliss on a cloud.

She blinked curiously at him. Was he daydreaming?

Raising her hand, Karen snapped just a little to gain his attention, small spouts of fire shooting from her fingertips. "Hey now, no getting aroused in the middle of a populated area." She smirked.

That just made the red all the worse. He needed to kill something. Preferably Garp for encouraging her. "That wasn't..." he gulped down air and walked inside a store, barely able to formulate words and just needing to find someplace he could feign interest in something while he took the time to collect himself. The store mostly seemed to sell leather so he busied himself with belts and kept a casual eye on his fiance. Infernal women. Even the angels were demonic sometimes.

Tsuzuki looked out of one of the porthole windows of the infirmary. They were docked from the look outside. He sighed. If only he wasn't feeling so out of it, he might be able to enjoy the port. It was hard enough to just sit up without getting dizzy. He looked to see if Lala had come back yet.

"I really wish I had some sweets right about now..." His tired voice muttered.

Allen had had to try his hardest not to finish the bag of sweets in his hand, though he had finished about half the bag by the time he reached the infirmary. Cocking his head as he reached, he wondered if he was at the right place.

He knocked.

The knock at the door made Tsuzuki blink. Lala must have closed the door behind her. That or a doctor had while he was sleeping. Honestly, he was beginning to think the physicians were only around where he slept.

"Uhm... Come in...?" He called wearily from his bed. He managed to sit up a few moments ago, so he was leaned against the wall. He had his laptop beside him on the bed. Who could that be?

Allen tried the door and realised it hadn't been locked. He stepped in, and wordlessly threw the bag of candies to Tsuzuki with a roguish grin.

"Thanks."

He dithered near the door for a moment.

"Huh... Ack!" As slow as he was at the moment, the bag hit the shinigami in the face. He grabbed his nose after the candy bag fell. He hadn't been had like that since the doctor...

"Allen...?" Tsuzuki blinked. This was the first time he'd actually seen the youth in person, so he didn't want to be seen as a complete fool right off the bat. Once he saw the symbol on the left side of his face, Tsuzuki knew. "I see you brought the sweets... eheheh..."

"Whoops," Allen said, ducking slightly as if to avoid a blow, apologising, though still grinning slightly afterwards. "I didn't know you wouldn't catch it."

He went slightly closer and offered his normal hand, for a handshake. "Tsuzuki, right? Yes, I'm Allen," he said, his grin turning more serious as he crouched down near the foot of the bed, leaning against it.
"Help yourself."

"Ha ha... Muraki once threw a bottle of wine and nailed me in the face... he thought I would dodge... I guess I'm just slow sometimes... Hm... It's nice to finally meet you, Allen..." After shaking the hand, he opened the bag to see candy. His eyes sparkled with joy. He hadn't had sweets in over a week!

"Thank you so much!" He exclaimed with obvious effort. He pulled out two lollipops, unwrapped them, and stuck them both in his mouth. He sighed happily at the taste of sugar.

She left the ship a moment to see if she could find something for Tsuzuki. After a few minutes, she managed to buy some sweets for his big brother, hoping he liked them. People were really kind with her and she was grateful for it.

Running to the ship again, she knocked the door gently. "Lala is back!"

"Oh... Lala... You're back...!" Looking up, his purple eyes shone with happiness. He woken up without her there, so he didn't know what had happened. "Where did you go...?"

She opened the door and came inside, carrying the sweets in her arms for him. Tashigi brought him sweets back then and he liked them, so she guessed it was alright for her to do the same. She smiled when she saw him and moved to be next to him, giving him the sweets.

"I brought you sweets!" she said smiling cheerful for him. "The ship stopped in an island and it was alright to do things in the island. So I thought that you would like eating something so I went to get them!"

"I love sweets... Thank you so much..." He said with a big smile. His face looked tired as ever though. For some reason, he still was weak. He had really noticed it when Lala had been gone, but now that she was back, he felt a little better. "Is the island nice...? I don't have a very nice view from here..." He thumbed up at the window before digging into the candy.

"You are welcome!" she said, sitting in next to the bed again. She liked being around him, and since she was his little sister, she had to take care of him. She was happy that he liked the sweets, but she was a bit worried for the reason that he was still tired.

Maybe she could go and ask a doctor about it later. "It's nice. I have never seen something like that before, but I prefer being next to you."

"That's very sweet of you... but I'm sure there are much nicer things to do than sit next to a sick man..." He smiled as he popped a jelly bean in his mouth. She was such a sweet angel. He knew she was a doll, but to him, she was just like he was: human by choice. The thought made he feel they were more like family by the moment.

"You look concerned... Are you worried about me...?"

"But I prefer spending time with you!" she replied quickly and firmly, which it was true. Being next to him made her feel useful, and not only to sing, but also to exist. Lala liked to see him smile to her, and she was planning to work hard to get more smiles from him.

"You still look tired... Are you sleeping properly?"

"It seems I'm not sleeping as long anymore... Maybe I'm restless or something..." Chewing on a piece of taffy, he eyed the door. One of birds flew into the room. Hovering over Lala for a moment, it landed on her shoulder.

"They really like you... I'm glad..."

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"Maybe you need a lullaby to sleep." she suggested as she smiled the bird when it landed on her shoulders. She always liked these birds because they were special. She chuckled a bit showing how happy she was.

"I like them too! They are really nice."

"It does help me get to sleep... Hm..." Finishing off another salt water taffy, Tsuzuki smiled weakly. She was worried. He had to distract her from those thoughts. She was too sweet to be burdened with his unknown ailments.

"Why don't you sing for them...? I'm sure you'd brighten up the room too..."

"Then I will sing to help you sleep, Big Brother. To make you smile more." waiting for him to finish, she smiled back at him and begun to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiQsDKkk4xo).

Leaning back against the wall, Tsuzuki smiled as Lala's voice filled the room. Almost on cue, three more birds flew into the infirmary. As they flew about her, rising and falling with her vocals, he stared at her in awe. She looked like an angel or an earth spirit, charming her environment with her voice. As heavy as his eyes were, they didn't close though. Perhaps he was just enchanted by the sound of Lala's song...

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