[No, he wouldn't have. But he also wouldn't have reached out for twenty-odd years -- and Buggy has no idea what's going to go on between them here. But he's already disgruntled and upset, so--
Buggy's just good at adding reasons to be miserable to the pile.
He does reach for the bottle of booze though, going to refill both their glasses.
He rolls his eyes.]
No, there aren't big, hungry fish. [He huffs.] Doesn't mean there aren't dangers lurking around. Don't be stupid.
[Or like there won't be dangers whenever they return home too, for that matter.
Still, Buggy can appreciate being let in on something no one else has been. Idly, he reaches up to scratch at his own neck pointedly.]
Hell, apparently, something can make us turn on each other.
[ Shanks might have reached out if he thought Buggy wanted to hear from him. But Shanks is a bit easy to distract. ]
I'm not typically so easy to injure. I promise.
Not something. [ Shanks softly corrects. His eyes flicker over to Buggy. ] When that tattoo I have starts getting a bit dark, I stop feeling like myself.
[ His eyes are more intent on Buggy's when he continues, voice firmer. ] I know that's not reassuring, and I'm still at fault for neglecting it. But that seems to be the cause of what led to [ he waves his hand and his eyes flicker back down to the bar ] what I did.
[He knows, and there's no undoing the past -- but it's not like Buggy to easily let go of hurt feelings either.]
It's still this place that caused it. [He wouldn't have had some weird-- tattoo. He brings up his drink to take a deep pull from it.]
Whatever. It's over with now. [And Buggy is-- remarkably resilient when he needs to be. Not like he can't take a little choking and drowning -- he's done it before.
Even if it was never Shanks spitting venom all the while before.]
[ Shanks is more than willing to take responsibility here, in more ways than one, Buggy's reaction gets at least a soft smile from a him and sincere: ] Thank you, Buggy.
[ He can't actually verbalize what that means to him. ]
I'm still responsible for the neglect. And I truly plan to make sure that doesn't happen again. [ But, you know, didn't ask Buggy then and there to help him with that. ]
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Buggy's just good at adding reasons to be miserable to the pile.
He does reach for the bottle of booze though, going to refill both their glasses.
He rolls his eyes.]
No, there aren't big, hungry fish. [He huffs.] Doesn't mean there aren't dangers lurking around. Don't be stupid.
[Or like there won't be dangers whenever they return home too, for that matter.
Still, Buggy can appreciate being let in on something no one else has been. Idly, he reaches up to scratch at his own neck pointedly.]
Hell, apparently, something can make us turn on each other.
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I'm not typically so easy to injure. I promise.
Not something. [ Shanks softly corrects. His eyes flicker over to Buggy. ] When that tattoo I have starts getting a bit dark, I stop feeling like myself.
[ His eyes are more intent on Buggy's when he continues, voice firmer. ] I know that's not reassuring, and I'm still at fault for neglecting it. But that seems to be the cause of what led to [ he waves his hand and his eyes flicker back down to the bar ] what I did.
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It's still this place that caused it. [He wouldn't have had some weird-- tattoo. He brings up his drink to take a deep pull from it.]
Whatever. It's over with now. [And Buggy is-- remarkably resilient when he needs to be. Not like he can't take a little choking and drowning -- he's done it before.
Even if it was never Shanks spitting venom all the while before.]
probably wrap?
[ He can't actually verbalize what that means to him. ]
I'm still responsible for the neglect. And I truly plan to make sure that doesn't happen again. [ But, you know, didn't ask Buggy then and there to help him with that. ]
Yes, probably!
But nooo.
So Buggy is just going to top off their glasses again. No reason to waste a whole bottle of booze after all.]