justicereigns | Moving Out

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Moving Out

All hands on deck. The rest of you get the hell on the ship.

I got a final lead on the pirates smuggling arms into this island and we're going hunting now. We'll be back to the Island by the 30th. Except a lot of fighting and rain.

Haru, thanks for the... thing... you did.

Oi Wolf. We gotta talk.

The rest of you stupid punks. Bounties are out. Russia has one, Mello, Matt, Straw-Hats well you know about the rest. Spain you better get your ass on fixing it if you're so insistent of your innocence. Elphaba apparently "excessive use of sparkles" doesn't count as a good enough reason. She'll just have to bug Sengoku personally.

And finally whoever sent the assortment of marine-related jokes to my emails is going to get my boot up their ass the minute I find out. Damn kids.

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However respect on your own ship is something you need and deserve. Reputation or not. How would it look for the one in charge to be with his recruit? On or off the ship...And I do give a damn because it would upsetting your...balance of life with me just being here. And what if I somehow...return to my world? Then all of this would of been for nothing but smoke in the wind...

My own reputation? Whores only have bad ones...Bath house girls are considered just that. I'm glad for the time we spent together and everything, too. But- maybe I should room on my own just- to keep the whispers down and so I can focus more on doing this recruit thing correctly.

Respect on my ship is something I've earned dozens of times over. My men respect me not for my reputations but because they know my strength and that I will do what is right and always follow justice. And I wouldn't want it any other way. If they have a problem with who I spend my time with or when and how they can go to hell for all I care. If someone is going to call me a monster based on my devil fruit; I don't give a damn, I know better. If someone's got a problem with whether I'm sleeping with a pirate or a marine or mermaid; that's their problem. Not mine.

If you're going to leave then that's all the more reason for me to try stay with you ever second I can and enjoy as much of you as possible while it's possible.

Karen. No more games. I'm too straight-forward for them. If you want your own room, tell me why. But if it's just for how it looks to others and you'd rather stay in mine, I'd rather you stayed too. If you want space I'll give it but you're going to have to actually tell me that directly because I like you too much to catch on otherwise.

You can't completely do the recruit thing "correctly" in any case. You're going to be an exception either way because you are exceptional. You shouldn't try run from that.

I love you. I do. Earned or not people will still talk and assumption will be made like you said about us, as- if they already aren't. However, I'm not...used to counting on someone as much as I do you. I've always been on my own since I was a little girl...making the transition to someone actually caring without a hourly limit...is odd.

I'm not about to smother you in needed affections, either. You deserve better than that.

Okay so let them talk. You think I care?

Hn. I'm a loner myself. Not allowed to do that in the marines and I still take all the loopholes I can get. I just can't tell what you want.

........... Karen re-read that. If I had a problem with... do you really think I don't...? Woman if I wanted space I'd tell you. I'm not gentle enough to try to spare feelings about that. I'm abrupt, coarse, and I like having you around. I'm selfish. I want every second you'll let me have and then some. I can't get enough of you. You really think I'd get sick of you?

...You're not sick of me smothering you? ...I thought you'd be tired of all the sex we have.

... You're joking, right? Is this a trick question?

Just what kind of men have you known?!

Japanese business men don't believe in romance often. They do their work and their jobs, their wives are lonely and depressed, unable to satisfy them, so they come to Bath houses for company of flirtatious women. But they only pay for company. Should they see us on the street, we're nothing more than whores to them.

Karen.

You...

I need to finish this in person lest I break my laptop.

Very well then.

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