slightoverkill | 5th Form

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[If you happen to be around the fountain in the morning, you will witness a curious sight: A shirtless young man, clearly in his late teens, halfway comfortably sprawled inside the fountain, wet and not particularly caring about it. Right after he dropped there, one might find him with a journal on his face, which he stares at for a long, long time before finally deigning to pull it off his face and reveal features that might be familiar to some of the inhabitants of the village. Very, very familiar.

Mihawk is back, and even though it seems like he only got a shave, he's in truth a couple decades younger than he was when he was taken last week. Approach with caution, he has no filters. Which is demonstrated pretty easily when he finally pulls himself off the fountain - only to sit at the rim instead - and starts fiddling with the journal.

Half-lidded golden eyes stare at the camera, then.]

...well shit. That sure just happened. If there's a record for greatest hangover ever, I think I just broke it.

[He snorts, smirking. Behold the sight of Dracule Mihawk being young enough to actually emote.]

Smashed it, really.

[ooc: replies will come from

thrillthirsty and all his lineface-y glory.]

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I don't know matey. Waking up in a fountain still has a lot to compare to to some of the adventures my crew's had, eh?

And yet you would still compare them, though. I wonder what that says about your adventures.

It says we have a lot of hangovers. Don't get too above your station Mihawk.

No need to get so defensive, there.

[He smirks, amused.]

Unless of course I hit a nerve.

No, but you're sounding like Shanks. Gets annoying every damned time.

Projecting now, aren't we.

You think I sound like Shanks?

Goodness no.

[Mihawk smirks.]

I don't like to insult people when they're not around to hear it.

[I mean, really, comparing Marco to Shanks... poor Shanks!]

Thank god. I'd have to drown myself if that were the case.

[Dude he doesn't care that you think he's worse than Shanks. So long as he doesn't sound like Shanks, because that would be the worst thing ever.]

And that would be such a tragedy, indeed.

[Nope, still fucking with you. It's so fun, man, why should he stop.]

Aye, then who would you have to snark at all the time, eh?

I don't know, I could always get a pet rock.

Come say that to my face beansprout!

You're more predictable than a pet rock!

[And then.

Mihawk.

Laughs.]

Kukukuku, temper, temper, Marco-san. It's unbecoming of great men to be so easily flustered by such innocent remarks.

[Meanwhile, Marco over here has a complete and total spazz-out. Silently until he's back to cool and calm. Like a boss. A spazzy psychotic boss whose feathers are easily ruffled by damn chibi swordsmen. The best kind of boss.]

I hate you.

You're just as bad as what? Fifteen years ago? More?

Fifteen years ago I was three, Marco.

Dude.

No.

You're what? Forty? [Pauses to try to count out years.]

How old is Shanks? Kid looks the same as when he was twenty so it's hard to remember.

[Just. This face.]

...are you drunk?

Are you sure you're hungover and not still smashed?

I think that should be my line, here.

[A smirk.]

Had too many piña coladas, Marco?

I don't drink my relatives.

[Deadpan. All the deadpan.]

And yet, here you are, making ridiculous claims.

Do you really think you're eighteen?

I don't think, I am.

[He frowns. And then, actual proof:]

The fuck's wrong with you now?

Oh holy shit.

You are.

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