[There's an eyeroll, but-- Buggy is actually pleased. He wasn't expecting any particular fuss over the day -- and he'd been mostly content to drink himself into oblivion in the bar.
He does pause eating to open the rum -- mostly o he doesn't choke in his wild hot dog abandon.]
Remember when Cap used to give us the good stuff on our birthdays?
[ If Buggy wants to drink himself into oblivion, Shanks wouldn't stop him, but as if he's not going to celebrate Buggy's birthday with him. ]
[ Shanks' smile tightens when Buggy mentions their captain. His eyes flicker away for a moment, but he doesn't let his voice change from light hearted when he responds. ]
[ What Shanks thinks is, 'None of it comes close to the rum Captain Roger would pick,' but he settles for giving Buggy a big smile. ]
It doesn't. But this is still nice. [ He lifts the bottle after he takes it, to indicate he means sharing with Buggy. Then Shanks knocks back a good swig, and hands the bottle back. ]
[ Shanks laughs at the memory. Captain Roger had been pretty peeved. And it doesn't matter if Buggy put the idea in Shanks' mind, he took the responsibility then, and he does now. ]
You have to admit, I was right. The stars were much brighter up there. [ He grins. ]
[ Shanks' eyebrows furrow for a second, because he tries not to remember these things for a reason. ]
Pretty sure he went easy on us after I pointed out we wanted to just see the stars, though. [ Shanks looks down. ] He really hated when we went that high up. Think he was always scared we would end up hurt.
[ Sure, the aftermath hurt, but that was just how much Roger had been afraid for them, protective of them, how much he cared. ]
[He had cared. He'd always cared about keeping them safe, as far as Buggy could tell... especially Shanks, but he'd never been left in any situation that Roger hadn't been sure he could handle.
And if Roger wasn't there, Rayleigh was, or someone else in their crew.]<.mall>
Of course he was. [He swigs from the bottle and holds it back out.] It was tall and we were stupid.
[ And Shanks was the one more willing to do daring things and take some serious risks, which might have something to do with the extra concern keeping the little red haired idiot safe. ]
It was. [ Shanks laughs. ] And we were. But it was still fun.
[ He lifts the bottle. ] To making fun, stupid choices. [ Shanks takes a swig, then hands it back. ]
We could try going through one of the exit doors and see where it leaves us. Or to the other Roost. [ Shanks suggests that, but no, none of that had been in his plans for the night. ]
But before we do anything like that....
[ He lifts before Buggy can hand him the bottle again, and comes back with a professionally wrapped package. Clearly the shop Shanks bought it from agreed to wrap it for him. ]
[ And inside, is a beanie, the closest colors he could find to Buggy's original beanie, the one he wore all the time when they were kids. ]
I suppose the other Roost might be fun... [If the exit doors leave them facing ghosts on his birthday? Shanks might still get a spanking...
He perks up when he's handed a package though. A gift? Oh-- he is just greedy enough for that.
He takes it and goes to unwrap it, not entirely sure what it will be--
He's not sure what he expected actually, but-- the beanie isn't it? He lets out a little chuckle as he brings the beanie up, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.]
[Maybe Shanks doesn't want to reminisce about him -- Buggy doesn't either, not too much. But it's hard to look at that hat and not think back to that. He'd been impossible to get out of it when he was a kid, even at bath time.
... Well, you know, until Mr. Rayleigh threatened him a couple of times.
He smiles though, a little bit softer. Shanks thought about him. Buggy's always weak about that.]
Thank you.
[See? He can be gracious and polite. And he is touched by it, actually.]
It is. [ Shanks says, his enthusiasm dampening. But truly, he would given anything to have Mr. Rayleigh threaten them again. That would mean he's back in their lives, after all. ]
[ Of course, Shanks thought of him. He couldn't forget Buggy if he wanted to. ]
You're welcome. [ That said, Shanks leans in to kiss Buggy. ]
[He wasn't expecting the meal or the booze, or the hat. He might have been expecting kisses, but--
not like that. That feels a little too sweet, a little too--
something.
But he also doesn't stop it either, so. What does that say about him? He even returns it a little bit, leaning in and bringing up his spare hand to rest against the side of his face.]
[Buggy smiles at that, softer as he pulls back. It is a happy birthday, actually, even without his crew that he's been missing since the day he arrived.
After a moment's pause, he goes to slip the beanie on his head because, why not? Shanks got it for him -- and at least this time, he doesn't tuck all his hair up under it. He does slip to his feet and move to Shanks with every intention of climbing into his lap and giving him another kiss.]
[ Pirates separated from their crew, the three of them are match in that, for sure. ]
[ Watching Buggy actually wear the beanie gets a softer smile from Shanks, something tinged with nostalgia. ] It looks good on you. [ Buggy starts getting into his lap, and Shanks welcomes him in. He puts his arm around him and moves into the kiss. ]
Right now? He's not thinking about any of that. He's actually not thinking about anything at all as he tips his head in after the kiss, nuzzling into Shanks lazily as he settles in his lap.
The question has him humming, and then giving a soft hum. He tips his head back to nip at the other's earlobe, playful.]
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There you go, then. [ That speaks for itself, right? ]
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He does pause eating to open the rum -- mostly o he doesn't choke in his wild hot dog abandon.]
Remember when Cap used to give us the good stuff on our birthdays?
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[ Shanks' smile tightens when Buggy mentions their captain. His eyes flicker away for a moment, but he doesn't let his voice change from light hearted when he responds. ]
Yes. I do.
I found the best rum I could.
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It's good. But nothing compares to back home.
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It doesn't. But this is still nice. [ He lifts the bottle after he takes it, to indicate he means sharing with Buggy. Then Shanks knocks back a good swig, and hands the bottle back. ]
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He might have regretted letting us split a bottle of it when you got drunk and decided we should climb the main mast to see the stars better though...
[It totally was not Buggy's fault, not even slightly. Never.]
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You have to admit, I was right. The stars were much brighter up there. [ He grins. ]
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[He huffs out a laugh at the memory -- it's one of the pleasant ones, aside from the spanking.]
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Pretty sure he went easy on us after I pointed out we wanted to just see the stars, though. [ Shanks looks down. ] He really hated when we went that high up. Think he was always scared we would end up hurt.
[ Sure, the aftermath hurt, but that was just how much Roger had been afraid for them, protective of them, how much he cared. ]
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And if Roger wasn't there, Rayleigh was, or someone else in their crew.]<.mall>
Of course he was. [He swigs from the bottle and holds it back out.] It was tall and we were stupid.
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It was. [ Shanks laughs. ] And we were. But it was still fun.
[ He lifts the bottle. ] To making fun, stupid choices. [ Shanks takes a swig, then hands it back. ]
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Any fun, stupid choices in mind, Red Hair?
[Or is it all just drinking and food? Maybe this wasn't a bootycall after all.]
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But before we do anything like that....
[ He lifts before Buggy can hand him the bottle again, and comes back with a professionally wrapped package. Clearly the shop Shanks bought it from agreed to wrap it for him. ]
[ And inside, is a beanie, the closest colors he could find to Buggy's original beanie, the one he wore all the time when they were kids. ]
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He perks up when he's handed a package though. A gift? Oh-- he is just greedy enough for that.
He takes it and goes to unwrap it, not entirely sure what it will be--
He's not sure what he expected actually, but-- the beanie isn't it? He lets out a little chuckle as he brings the beanie up, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.]
A hat, huh?
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[ Shanks grins, watching Buggy's eagerness as he starts to open the package. He knows it's not something shiny, like gold or jewels, but - ]
Yes. Because it reminded me of you.
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[Maybe Shanks doesn't want to reminisce about him -- Buggy doesn't either, not too much. But it's hard to look at that hat and not think back to that. He'd been impossible to get out of it when he was a kid, even at bath time.
... Well, you know, until Mr. Rayleigh threatened him a couple of times.
He smiles though, a little bit softer. Shanks thought about him. Buggy's always weak about that.]
Thank you.
[See? He can be gracious and polite. And he is touched by it, actually.]
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[ Of course, Shanks thought of him. He couldn't forget Buggy if he wanted to. ]
You're welcome. [ That said, Shanks leans in to kiss Buggy. ]
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not like that. That feels a little too sweet, a little too--
something.
But he also doesn't stop it either, so. What does that say about him? He even returns it a little bit, leaning in and bringing up his spare hand to rest against the side of his face.]
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[ He smiles into Buggy's return, the hand on his face, then, slowly, opens his eyes as he pulls back. ]
Happy birthday.
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After a moment's pause, he goes to slip the beanie on his head because, why not? Shanks got it for him -- and at least this time, he doesn't tuck all his hair up under it. He does slip to his feet and move to Shanks with every intention of climbing into his lap and giving him another kiss.]
Yeah, yeah... [He chuckles.] I guess it is.
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[ Watching Buggy actually wear the beanie gets a softer smile from Shanks, something tinged with nostalgia. ] It looks good on you. [ Buggy starts getting into his lap, and Shanks welcomes him in. He puts his arm around him and moves into the kiss. ]
You guess? [ Shanks grins and sounds amused. ]
Is there anything else you wish for?
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Right now? He's not thinking about any of that. He's actually not thinking about anything at all as he tips his head in after the kiss, nuzzling into Shanks lazily as he settles in his lap.
The question has him humming, and then giving a soft hum. He tips his head back to nip at the other's earlobe, playful.]
Well, I suppose we could stay in...
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If that's what you want, there are plenty of things we can do here.
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Oh? Anything you've been wanting to try, Red Hair?
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[ He looks back at Buggy with a big smile. ]
It's not my birthday. Let's focus on you.
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I couldn't remember what we were going to do here, so hot wax until I do
I think it was hot wax? Not sure I remember entirely either lmao
well, it's hot wax now!
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