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ᅠ what do you mean by 'just being courteous'? ᅠ

ᅠ I understand your reason for refusing, but I do not share your view. ᅠ

ᅠ she is a girl I recently met. I wish to appear normal in her presence. I have read that children admire those they perceive as 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙. if I drink before her, she will regard me as both cool and ordinary. ᅠ

ᅠ how am I to impress alice if I am not allowed to drink? ᅠ

ᅠ good. now please pass me the wine. ᅠ

ᅠ am I a joke to you father? ᅠ

ᅠ "the straw hats’ cook made this. don’t waste it. eat." ᅠ

ᅠ he wanted to snap back, to ask if that’s what it was —— a 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. Instead, he scoffed, “is that why you’re avoiding the red-hair pirates? so you don’t have to admit you need it?” ᅠ

ᅠ he crossed his arms, scowling. “but I’m old enough to fight?” where was the difference? if he could swing a blade, why not lift a drink? ᅠ

ᅠ s-hawk sneaks a bottle of red wine to drink. ᅠ

ᅠ s-hawk grabs two plates and piles them high with pancakes and omurice. then, he walks over to @chrcmatic.bsky.social and hands her one. "here. 𝐞𝐚𝐭." ᅠ

ᅠ “I don't have parents. I have one parent, and his obligations lie elsewhere. so, I don't require supervision.” ᅠ

ᅠ he had never played before —— not in the way ordinary children did. “no,” he said simply. then, after a pause, he asked, "where are your parents?" ᅠ

𖤐 ೃ࿐ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀. . . ━──┈ ┆𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 ⠀⠀⠀𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. ˗ˏˋ a detailed portrayal of the character 𝒃𝒐𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 from the 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 series. modern au. seeking sls & banter. crafted by #𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐑.

ᅠ it’s sunday. he’s enjoying some poolside peace and quiet. ᅠ

ᅠ his hand fell back to his side. a brief, thoughtful pause followed before he spoke again. “hawk.” he had purposely left out the '𝑠.' “that is what 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 calls me.” ᅠ

“Weakness is a sin.”

ᅠ displeased by the repeated remark, s-hawk drew his weapon in a single motion and swung at buggy. he had no patience for being likened to pigeons. ᅠ

ᅠ “we have already exchanged greetings,” he said, finding no logic in the redundancy. ᅠ

“I’ll leave this hat to you. It’s very dear to me. Take good care of it.”

ᅠ he quickly retorted, “I am not a 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑦!” his voice had risen in tone. “and stop making those fa— why do you want to know?” ᅠ

ᅠ he mirrors her hand movements, tilting his hand to the side. “like this?” ᅠ

ᅠ his gaze narrowed. “and your parents kept you around even with that deformity?” ᅠ

ᅠ he let the letter fall back into the pile with a small, indifferent flick of his wrist. “perhaps you are right,” he said; the balance was important. he looked over at his father. “then leave it for now,” he added, pausing briefly [𝑡𝑏𝑐] ᅠ

ᅠ he answered plainly, “I was made this way.” ᅠ

—          「    DEFY YOUR                 #ᘜ𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙏𝙔    」                    RT & ♡           — 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗢𝗡❟ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦

ᅠ “If he’s this much of a nuisance, I can kill him for you, father,” he said, the word 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 still foreign on his tongue. he crouched down and picked up one of the letters to check for an address. he meant what he said. ᅠ

ᅠ he stared at the girl, not particularly baffled by her energetic demeanor or forward friendliness, but by the odd way she raised her hand. turning toward her, he asked, “Is something wrong with your hand?” ᅠ

ᅠ he eyed it; it was impossible to overlook. the clown’s nose was bright red and prominent at the forefront. “why does your nose look like that?” ( @buggydclown.bsky.social ) ᅠ

ᅠ “—so you're throwing out the letters?” to say he understood the necessity of it would be a lie. he considered it for a moment, then spoke with quiet finality. “don't respond.” ᅠ

ᅠ s-hawk spared the girl a brief, measured glance but remained silent until she spoke. “hello.” at the very least, he had the courtesy to acknowledge her. ᅠ

ᅠ “what exactly are you doing?” s-hawk finally spoke, his sharp gaze following each discarded letter. ᅠ