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justicereigns) wrote2009-09-05 02:47 am
justicereigns) wrote2009-09-05 02:47 am
ooc: Log
Who: Chibi!Smoker and Karen Kasumi
What: Smoker bought her a red silk scarf he's trying to be casual about presenting her with.
Why: Because Jyabura told him it was a good idea and he's trying to be smooth >_>
When: Somewhere around Friday night-ish.
Where: Smoker's office/room/Captain's Quarters
Rating: PG-13 I'm pretty sure.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets yet again, Smoker ran along the hallway. He rarely ran except chasing criminals or for a very good reason, training someone, testing new recruits but in this shrunken state if he didn't run it seemed to take forever to get anywhere. His lung capacity was smaller too even without the couple decades of tarring his lungs. Without his devil fruit he was reminded of how much more human he was. His lungs burned every time he touched a cigar or ran like this, he was colder than he'd felt even on winter islands. It was strange.
Reaching his office he reached up for the handle... and couldn't reach. Damn office door. He kicked in frustration and took a deep breath. After a couple seconds he glanced around and taking Reborn's advice, jumped up grabbing for the handle. He missed the first time but after the second caught it and turned it enough to get in. Success.
What: Smoker bought her a red silk scarf he's trying to be casual about presenting her with.
Why: Because Jyabura told him it was a good idea and he's trying to be smooth >_>
When: Somewhere around Friday night-ish.
Where: Smoker's office/room/Captain's Quarters
Rating: PG-13 I'm pretty sure.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets yet again, Smoker ran along the hallway. He rarely ran except chasing criminals or for a very good reason, training someone, testing new recruits but in this shrunken state if he didn't run it seemed to take forever to get anywhere. His lung capacity was smaller too even without the couple decades of tarring his lungs. Without his devil fruit he was reminded of how much more human he was. His lungs burned every time he touched a cigar or ran like this, he was colder than he'd felt even on winter islands. It was strange.
Reaching his office he reached up for the handle... and couldn't reach. Damn office door. He kicked in frustration and took a deep breath. After a couple seconds he glanced around and taking Reborn's advice, jumped up grabbing for the handle. He missed the first time but after the second caught it and turned it enough to get in. Success.