[Smoker groans and slams his head on the table, luckily not breaking either, because they're expensive to replace.]
[HE TOLD NAMUR FAYE WAS KILLING HIM WITH JUST SUCKING ON CIGARS AND CALLING HIM IN THE BATH-TUB.]
[No no no no. THERE IS NO WAY PORTGAS IS INNOCENT.]
[He grinds his teeth HARD on the cigar, and his hands are just absolutely shaking.]
[Fuck. He needs...]
[Not more booze.]
[That's for sure.]
[He heads downstairs, makes sure everything's locked, and the dogs aren't in the garage, and slides himself under a bike.]
[THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH PORTGAS... was to ignore him.]
[AND FUCK THAT IS SO MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE AND IF HE DOES PORTGAS WILL ESCALATE.]
[And if he hangs up, Portgas will know Smoker is freaking out and consider it a win, and just escalate.]
That so?
[Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy at least his voice is steady.]
[And shakey hands or not, Smoker gets started on a bike, propping the comm over his head so he can glance over, but mostly just listen.]
[Now SMOKER is sucking on his cigars and trying VERY VERY hard not to remember things.]
[Fuck he hates him.]
Would you rather rough or gentle?
[Lalala he's not asking FOR HIM PERSONALLY, just for others. Because maybe Portgas will date someone else. And Smoker will not totally murder them. A little. A lot. Very murder.]
You should probably--
[SMOKER'S TONGUE STICKS TO THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH.]
[What? Go after someone who will remind Portgas he's safe and loved and well-cared for? He had that with his family. What the fuck DID Portgas see in Smoker? Not just danger, but...]
[God he hates him sometimes.]
Portgas!!!
[IRRITATED GROWL AND GLARES AT THE COMM.]
[What can he even say? That Portgas is succeeding again at getting into his head and flooding out rational thought? The bad part is... Smoker likes it!]
[Another groan and he whacks his own forehead with a wrench.]
Good job, brat. I'm going to want to murder anyone who touches you before me. I sure hope you meant to do that. [AT LEAST IT IS FAIR WARNING?!?!?!?]
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[Fuck.]
[SO MUCH FUCK.]
[Smoker groans and slams his head on the table, luckily not breaking either, because they're expensive to replace.]
[HE TOLD NAMUR FAYE WAS KILLING HIM WITH JUST SUCKING ON CIGARS AND CALLING HIM IN THE BATH-TUB.]
[No no no no. THERE IS NO WAY PORTGAS IS INNOCENT.]
[He grinds his teeth HARD on the cigar, and his hands are just absolutely shaking.]
[Fuck. He needs...]
[Not more booze.]
[That's for sure.]
[He heads downstairs, makes sure everything's locked, and the dogs aren't in the garage, and slides himself under a bike.]
[THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH PORTGAS... was to ignore him.]
[AND FUCK THAT IS SO MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE AND IF HE DOES PORTGAS WILL ESCALATE.]
[And if he hangs up, Portgas will know Smoker is freaking out and consider it a win, and just escalate.]
That so?
[Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy at least his voice is steady.]
[And shakey hands or not, Smoker gets started on a bike, propping the comm over his head so he can glance over, but mostly just listen.]
[Now SMOKER is sucking on his cigars and trying VERY VERY hard not to remember things.]
[Fuck he hates him.]
Would you rather rough or gentle?
[Lalala he's not asking FOR HIM PERSONALLY, just for others. Because maybe Portgas will date someone else.
And Smoker will not totally murder them. A little. A lot. Very murder.]You should probably--
[SMOKER'S TONGUE STICKS TO THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH.]
[What? Go after someone who will remind Portgas he's safe and loved and well-cared for? He had that with his family. What the fuck DID Portgas see in Smoker? Not just danger, but...]
[God he hates him sometimes.]
Portgas!!!
[IRRITATED GROWL AND GLARES AT THE COMM.]
[What can he even say? That Portgas is succeeding again at getting into his head and flooding out rational thought? The bad part is... Smoker likes it!]
[Another groan and he whacks his own forehead with a wrench.]
Good job, brat. I'm going to want to murder anyone who touches you before me. I sure hope you meant to do that. [AT LEAST IT IS FAIR WARNING?!?!?!?]