[Voice / Action]

[justicereigns]

Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?

[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]

Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!

[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.

[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]

Comments

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Selphie's making her way back home with a bag or two full of brightly coloured rolls of crepe paper and balloons when she sees Smoker acting very un-Smoker like. She makers her way over to him with concern.]

Smoker...?

[justicereigns]

Hey Selphie.

[Eyes narrow some, to make sure that's who it is, not her twin sister. :\ Oh well, he still sounds a little Smoker-like. Ie: impossibly gruff and grumpy.]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

Are you okay...?

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

...Smoker?

[She's not even going to ask about the rocks...]

[justicereigns]

Yes?

Tashigi? [Hm... whut.]

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

[...Okaay, she may have been asleep for a few days, but she's pretty sure her name hasn't changed since then.]

N-no...I'm Kohaku..

[Voice]

[howtobeaboss.livejournal.com]

What's all this talk about age Smokey? Was your birthday today?

[Voice]

[justicereigns]

No.

Shut up.

Yes. Maybe. Not really.

[Voice]

[gomugomunopwn.livejournal.com]

... You don't know your own birthday!?

How you forget something like that?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, can you make cakes with rum? [Uh-oh.]

[justicereigns]

Sometimes.

Not for pirates though.

[He doesn't share with them. They have cooties.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, why not?

Action

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[If Smoker's off stomping around in the dark, then he might run into a certain redhead who is just hanging around in the trees like a creeper totally normal person.]

My....something the matter?

Action

[justicereigns]

The rocks are defective.

[I'm sorry, were you expecting coherency?]

Re: Action

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

.....Were they now? What a tragedy.

[Maybe a bit.]

[ooh-kamina.livejournal.com]

Whoa, you're that young?

[ ...he had you pegged in the "Old Man" category. ]

[justicereigns]

Tch. You shut up.

It's not old. Just not a god damned teenager.

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

...Smoker-chin? Are you okay?

[justicereigns]

Yeah.

Fine.

[Grumps more.]

[voice]

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure I got you beat by a couple of years.

[voice]

[justicereigns]

Younger or older?

[Voice]

[roboredom.livejournal.com]

MAYBE YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S DEFECTIVE.

[Voice]

[justicereigns]

No you!

[ voice ]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you thirty-five, Captain?

With your hair color, I wouldn't have guessed.

[ voice ]

[justicereigns]

I'm not sure if that's supposed to be an insult or not.

[It doesn't help that he's drunk.]