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Nice of them to leave my jacket. [AWKWARD PAUSE. The voice coming from Smoker's journal account is not his usual. Or from a male at all.]

What's with my voice?! [That just squeaks there in high-pitched worry.]

Ah hell... I have boobs.

Fuck you Malnosso.

[He... she rather, clears her voice.]

S-Smoker is back... [That's a bit hesitant.] Ikki, he... he might need help. Jitte and kickboxing lessons will return to normal, sorry everyone about the delay. Could I have a headcount of everyone still wishing to take them? I might need to reorganize his schedules.

[The last part is muffled as he starts to shut the journal.]

Damn it! These jeans are way too big! Now what?!

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You have a girlfriend? [He cannot even hide the shock. What kind of a person dates Lupin? Wait, he doesn't want to go there given his own past history of dating.]

What? Oh yeah rum would be-- [Oh you so almost got him... except now he's straight back into suspicious.] I thought you said you were going to stop playing games. [He's confused. Why else would you want to drink with him? :|]

Sorta. Maybe? I dunno anymore. [Such conflict...] She's awesome to be around though.

...and I wasn't playing~! I was just thinking it'd be better to talk in person, is all! [Okay. Maybe playing was involved in there too--he wanted to see Cap's boobs.]

Sounds stable. [Still sarcastic of course.]

[Well don't tell him the part about boobs, or he'll never come.] About what? [Lie and tell him it's something super super serious at least, jeez.]

Oh, I dunno...not playing? [He doesn't trust his doctor enough to not tie him down, he'd rather talk about it in person...

and he will try valiantly to not stare too hard if those boobs are as impressive as he thinks.]

You said you were done, what more needs saying?

[Lure him in.]

I...uh...

[he takes a deep breath--]

[--and releases, his mind clearer under the icy glare he could almost feel thorugh the audio feed.]

--look. I want to be discreet about it is all. My buddies will wonder what the hell I'm thinking and...

uh. I kinda got more banged up than I implied, and my doctor is threatening to sedate me or tie me to a bed. One is unethical, the other won't work.

Can you help me be a little discreet here?

Oh. Fine. Doctors are always bossy. I take it this means you didn't want to use any of the filial healing magic? [Or it wouldn't take so long.]

Where do you want to meet?

The power thing is cool--I get that. The magic thing...? [He sighs] I've fought men who call themselves magicians. I could replicate their tricks with no problem. This?

...this is different.

[He could count immortal midgit madmen and supposed time travellers amongst his enemies. He's fought men to attain pieces of extraterrestrial metal. But all this magic stuff?

He didn't quite get it.

It was something strange, and also something he didn't want to be come reliant on.]

...if you're comfortable with walking through town, we could meet at the barracks? It's quiet and discreet there.

We don't really have magic in my world either. [Forgive him being ever so slightly more talkative. He hasn't had anyone to talk to in a month and a half after all.] Devil fruits, but those can be explained and studied through science. And have been.

[Smoker, like Fujiko, counts wind magic as an exception thanks to Val. Since she was his sister during an event, and wind is one of his only weaknesses, so it pays to be on her best side.]

Barracks is always comfortable. [He'd live there if he didn't like his roommate so much.] Meet you there then. Bring the rum. I could use a drink.

[The talkative factor was a little mystifying for Lupin, but understandable. He had no idea what went on during 'naps, really, but anyone would want to talk again to even a person they didn't like after six weeks of enforced silence.]

I'll see you there.

[And he does. He'll be waiting in the building when Smoker arrives, his apartment in Community House 5 being closer geographically than most other places in town. The bottle of rum of a brand-name he didn't recognize would be sitting on a table, along with a pair of glass tumblers. No need for ice--it was already cold enough.

As for Lupin? He's leaning back in a chair Jigen-style, his scarf and gloves folded up haphazardly under his chair.]

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[Smoker will be a little late, having needed to check in with his roommate in order to find how to get home, and of course, get clothes. For now, assume he's wearing more size-appropriate boots and jeans. Fuck zippering the jacket though. Right now, he's being stubborn and refusing to change himself too much just because of the Malnosso messed with him. It would be like giving up.]

Oh... hey... is that Rhum? [He's a little excited. It's been almost a year since he had his favorite brand. His birthday in fact, when he got drunk and finished off the bottle and a rum cake. He really likes rum. And yes, Rhum sounds like it reads, silent H. But he picks up the bottle to inspect it closer. This would be Lupin's only chance to get a closer look at those boobs without Smoker instantly noticing.]

Rhum? Yeah. I've never heard of the brand...

[Pardon Lupin if he doesn't stand. Pardon him more if he more than takes advantage of the free view, thoroughly impressed with the Malnosso's handiwork this time around. He'd like to comment, but he figures that 'damn, you're hot!' will only earn him a sharp kick and the open possibility of breaking his healing ribs again.

--no. focus. He didn't ask for drinks just to stare. They both have some kind of physical damage--maybe a mutual assessment was in order. But first:]

Uh, Cap'? Aren't you cold in that?

[Yes, that would get him kicked. In the face, even if Smoker doesn't know where Lupin's hurt. His face is annoying.]

No. [Pours himself a drink. What are manners? Actually for Smoker, this is polite, since he'd usually drink straight from the bottle.] I still have my devil fruit so cold and heat don't affect me much. [Drinks his rum and sighs happily, grabbing a seat.] All right, talk you. [Treating Lupin like a prisoner. Or an informant. Maybe some cross of both.]

[No worries about politeness--Lupin is imitating the man who's nickname is 'the Lounge King' after all. He kicks his feet off the table and sits properly, pouring himself a glass of the Rhum as he speaks.]

That's a pretty handy trick then--too bad it's not easy to replicate, devil fruit and all. [He takes a sip and smiles briefly--it was really damn good rum!]

...but, that's not why I wanted to talk really. It was partly to warn you that the idiot Tony Stark recently had a bunch of people in the tunnels under the excuse to train. The reality? Trained military personelle and rough kids brawling.

[He glances away, taking another sip.] I got pissed off and cocky, so I joined in too. It..well. It was a mess. You might have a bunch of students coming in this time around. Just give it a few weeks, because we all smacked eachother around.

[Smoker doesn't even notice; that's how his posture usually is at his desk. Boots on the table or desk, and leaning back in the chair reading the paper.]

Impossible to replicate. [Try to take his devil fruit and he'll kill you. Not that Lupin would want it.]

I see... should I thank him then? [Arches an eyebrow. He's hardly Tony Stark's biggest fan, but Smoker doesn't exactly have a problem with a fight club in existence. If a bunch of idiots want to get together to beat each silly, more power to them. He's all for criminals killing each other. Even if Tony professes to be a superhero.] Tsk. How many people got hurt? Is Ginia -- [Pauses, it's Alice now, but Smoker doesn't know if Lupin knows her enough for that.] -- aware of what happened?

[He gives a half-hearted, stiff shrug in responce.] Your choice. I was just informing you of something recent that could effect you. There were...what, twenty of us? This includes people like Daisy and Firo--yeah people got hurt.

...And Ginia should know about what happened down there, Cap'. [Don't think he didn't catch that pause. Was something up? He'd only met Alice once, and even then it was more of a snowball fight with random flirting than actual conversation. Was something up?] Her new housemate, a New Feather called Adele Leblanc, was down there patching people up.

Twenty??

Well, it sounds supervised at least. [If the doctor you're complaining is too bossy was down there, it couldn't be too bad, could it?]

I guess people got cooped up here. No Shift to distract them?

No shifts; just snow. [Unfortunately, they're in the middle of one now--Lupin just doesn't realize it yet.] You could say that restlessness was the cause...but it might also just have been people wanting to punch Tonton. Which, unfortunately, only some Japanese guy did. I hear he won a dislocated shoulder from his own game.

Tonton? Which Japanese guy?

[The names have him lost.]

Tony Stark. Bastard called me 'loopy' and said it was a nickname; Tonton was my revenge.

...and I think the guy's name was Kaburagi Kotetsu. I think. [Japanese name order right there, Smoker. Sorry. The thief has spent considerable amount of time in that country, and old habits die hard.]

[That's okay. While Smoker has only one name, plenty of others in his world use the Japanese order; Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, Roronoa Zoro, and so forth.]

Tonton. [Stares at. THIS IS completely ineffectual as a female. Since he has giant eyes and not so much a piercing/withering glare of doom. It just looks kind of moe all told.] Sounds like he got the better of you.

Hm... Kaburagi. I'll have to keep that in mind then. People really despise Tony Stark that much then?

[He doesn't blame them, but fighting each other just to get a chance to punch the man seems ridiculous.]

[discreetly. looking. away. from. MOE.]

...He's a fratboy with a big gun. What's there to like?

[Awesome. Now Smoker thinks it totally worked. See? He IS still terrifying as a woman damn it! And he has to hide a grin at being able to make Lupin look away from his withering gaze of terror. If only he knew the real reason...]

Fratboy? [Unfamiliar with this term.]

He has the mentality of a cocky young guy who parties and carouses way too much, with the overinflated ego of a man who has everything and none of the tact.

[he hasn't thought that he's also describing himself once he gets really rolling.

He downs another swig of rum and returns his gaze to the undeniable moe that is the Marine.]

...you're not going to kill me if I tell you something honest but useful, will you?

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