It's that time...

[allendsmeat]

[have a cheerful voice rocketing over the journals]

YO! We're gonna have a big pirate emaciation tomorrow! And a barrel race in boar valley! And meat! And drinks! Everyone should come and have fun!

Comments

[fierybluebird]

I thought you said Keimi's a mermaid?

You're too generous.

[allendsmeat]

Yeah she is. [nod] She's going to look in barrels. [try to keep up.]

You must really like broccoli though, huh?

[fierybluebird]

Mermaids don't eat that kind of thing though.

[Luffy is the last person he should deadpan. Luffy is the last person he should deadpan.] Oh, aye. Broccoli. Cloth. Leaves. I'm a regular moth drawn to the flames and eating anything except meat and wood. [He has a problem.]

[allendsmeat]

Ehhh You're kind of a weird guy. [he laughs] Sanji will make sure Keimi has what she likes. And what you like, too! Though I don't think we have any cloth to eat.

[maybe they can get him a bedsheet to nibble on or something.]

1/2

[fierybluebird]

Straw Hat... all those times your Grandfather punched you in the head really did a number on scrambling your brains, eh?

2/2

[fierybluebird]

Sorry. I lied. I don't actually eat cloth.

Just the broccoli will do fine.

Oi. What am I even saying...?

[allendsmeat]

I don't think so. [he's always been this way. Jii-chan just sort of happened sometimes. He cocks his head. He really doesn't get Pineapple-ossan at all.]

In any case, just tell Sanji what it is you want and he'll make it. [it would hurt Sanji's pride if he didn't know to make something this guy really wanted]

[fierybluebird]

Can do, yoi.

Are you doing the barrel race as a donut race?

[allendsmeat]

Donut Race? [tilts head] I don't think it's a good idea to eat and race at the same time unless you wanna throw up really hard.

[fierybluebird]

No, a donut race is one of the Davy Back options. You make a ship out of two barrels and race in a circle.

[allendsmeat]

Oh yeah that. I don't think it's a good idea since a lot of the people aren't used to the water probably and they could get lost.

[he idly picks his nose]

Anyway, it's training, not a fight.

[fierybluebird]

Ah right. The old "roll everyone in a barrel down a hill and they'll never get seasick again" initiation, I see.

[He's also cheating. He saw you and Ace scaring the poor man.]

[allendsmeat]

It's the best way. [nod nod] After a while you don't throw up much at all!

[fierybluebird]

I'm not sure that works for everyone though. It seems more like a tried and true "D" method, kind of like your Grandfather's habit of punching everyone and everything including walls.

[allendsmeat]

Even if it doesn't work it's fun so who cares.

[he roots around in his nose a bit and pulls out a booger, examining it intently]

You know grandpa?

[fierybluebird]

Only in the sense that I've been punched by him.

I think you'll find a lot of us old guys in the New World are better acquainted with his fists than with the man personally.

[allendsmeat]

There's no escaping fists of love. [sad but true.]

[fierybluebird]

I'm not sure what love has got to do with it.

[What's love, but a secondary emotioooooon?]