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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.]

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Well... A bit of rum loosens even the most taciturn of tongues, does it?

Maybe a little.

Tch. Not used to graceful women. My Ensign's always tripping over her own sword. Bit annoying.

What're you up to? Down to now.

Nfu, I do like being a rare jewel among the vast sea of dull stones.

[She turns and motions toward the forest.]

Thought I might take a stroll. Care to join me?

Okay.

[Because there is nothing suspicious whatsoever about following red-headed shinigami with shark teeth into a deep dark forest full of monsters while drunk. Nope. Nothing at all.]

Do this often?

[Nope.

Nothing at all.

When Smoker moves up to her, she'll slip a hand under one arm to hold it.]

Oh...sometimes. The village can just get so...crowded at times.

[And it's easier to stalk people out here.]

You?

[Smoker probably shouldn't approve of the stalking, but he does.]

Sometimes. I'm used to a bigger city... Like Loguetown. Or my ship. Forests are cool though. They have lots of trees. [Yes, Smoker. That, they do. :|a]

You're a master of words, love.

[Grell shrugs and moves closer, smiling up at him.]

A small town feels so much more crowded than a big city though, doesn't it? You simply can't get away.

Huh? Oh. Thanks.

[Resists the urge to pat her head. At least he's aware he's drunk.]

Yeah. If Loguetown were any smaller I'd have really hated it. Too many teens here. And pirates. Grr... pirates.

[So sure about that master of words thing Grell?]

[It was sarcasm. But oh well. Grell rolls her eyes at the pirates thing.]

No longer feeling the infatuation, are you?

Hn. [Grunts and glares into the distance.]

Grrr... [Chomps on the cigars and growls.]

How about you?

[That answers that.]

Oh, he's an interesting enough man, but~

[Nfufu]

I have my sights elsewhere.

[Does it? It just sounds like wild wolf sounds. orz]

Oh?

[Grell is adept at tsunderese.]

Mmhm~

Thank you, by the by. For the gift.

[Ah, sneaky. The product of falling for so many bad boys/gruff guys no doubt.]

[Mumbles and kind of looks at the ground.]

You're welcome.

[Pretty much. :| ]

I never did repay you for your kindness. And on Valentine's no less. Whatever shall I do to make up for my transgression, hm~?

[Oh god. So much trying not to blush. And act actually cool here. No easy feat while drunk, irritable, and feeling old.]

You don't need to do that. Just wanted to give you something red. On red day. Because you like red.

[Grell stops and tugs on his arm, smiling at him.]

Oh no, I insist. What can I do to repay you, hm?

[Turns and presses against Grell's shoulders to back him up against the tree, looming over the red-head slightly. He's a little drunk and gruffly impatient.]

Whatever is fine. [Just regards calmly with steely grey eyes.] Or nothing. [Runs a hand through his own hair trying to think through the haze.] I still feel like I should be getting you something.

[WHOA hello there. Backed up against a tree, Grell just stares up at Smoker. Not many people are taller than her with her heels on so this is a bit...intimidating actually.

She likes it.]

You already gave me something, dear. So~

[And just ever so casually slipping her hands up along his chest.]

Tell me what I can do for you, hm?

[Smirks softly in spite of himself.]

If I told you, it'd be cheating. See? This is why I hate birthdays. That and being surrounded by teens.

[A birthday? Well, well. The hands go up to link behind his neck and pull him down a little.]

Oh, forget about them for a bit. Or are you going to let the prey in front of your eyes get away, hm?

[A small muscle in his cheek twitches and he removes the cigars, leaning in a little closer, still smirking.]

That depends on how much you try to get away. I never was very fond of screamers. Sensitive ears.

And here I am, usually the one having to give chase. Perhaps I should make this a bit of a challenge for you?

Oh?

[Back to grumpy. Like always.]

Does the prospect upset you?

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