theflashyfool | IC inbox @ Golden Peacock

[He rolls his eyes at the assurance, giving a smile.

If there was anyone he'd rust with seastone, it'd be Shanks... if his tattoo isn't dark, at least.]

Leather, then. [He nods his head.]

Let's find somewhere private, then.

[ Shanks would hate the idea of Buggy being miserable and weighted down by the draining feel of seastone. Yes, as long as his tattoo isn't activated. ]

Of course. [ He grins for Buggy and cants his head to the back. It doesn't take long for them to get situated in a private room with a bed, made especially for the restraints. There are also, like usual, toys, whips and knives laid out to pick from for a little torture. ]

[ Shanks hands Buggy the restraints. ]

[Buggy's fingers slide over the restraints thoughtfully before his lips curl up a bit.]

Well, you better get comfortable for me, Red.

[Hard to restrain him when he's up and moving after all!]

[ Shanks observes Buggy's fingers on the restraints, then he gives Buggy a coy look. ]

Don't we need to disrobe, first? [ Shanks grins at Buggy at the suggestion, and he doesn't even make a move to unclasp his cloak, giving Buggy first pick. ]

I think that's implied in the 'get comfortable for me', Red Hair.

[He tilts his head, watching him blandly for a moment -- mostly for show. can't have Shanks thinking he's eager here, can he?

But it's probably obvious when he reaches out to undo the other man's cloak, to work on his shirt buttons.]

I could have just cut you out of these, you know. Left you with quite a walk of shame.

Oh. [ Shanks looks down when Buggy starts undoing his buttons and grins. ] I do always appreciate the assist.

[ There's another laugh. ] I've walked through the hotel naked more than once. So, if you really felt the need....

[ To have a walk of shame, you need shame to begin with. ]

Do you know how infuriatingly stupid that is?! [There's no reason to do a naked walk of shame through the hotel!

OR naked walk of not-shame, whatever!]

No, or I wouldn't suggest it. [ Shanks continues to grin. ]

Just letting you know, if you felt the need, I don't mind. As long as you never harm the cloak.

I'm not going to touch your cloak.

[He huffs.]

Although I still say you shouldn't be walking through this hotel naked, dummy.

I appreciate that, Buggy.

[ Shanks chuckles. ]

Worried?

Considering you've nearly lost and eye and your arm is gone, I think it's perfectly reasonable, dumbass! It's not worry!

[It is, likely, worry. But Buggy is hardly going to admit that. Either way, with the cloak off and Shanks' shirt quickly to follow, he nudges at him.]

Now, go get comfortable.

Buggy.... [ Shanks' tone sounds mildly amused, but there's a slither of confusion in it, too. ]

What does any of that have to do with me walking around naked?

[ He does still get himself laid out on the bed, then grins. He only has one arm to restrain, after all. ]

[He grits his teeth for a moment before rolling his eyes. He's not about to explain why wandering around a skeevy hotel with drugs at every turn naked is a bad idea to an idiot red head.

Instead, he just goes to pick out the restraints and tie him up.]

How about we play the quiet game while I handle this, huh?

[ Shanks hasn't had any issues, so far, so he remains unconcerned. ]

[ He gives a soft sound from his throat at just the feel of the restraints around his limbs. Then he frowns, playfully. ]

That's not a fun game, though. [ There are, always, gags. ]

And people say I never shut up!

[Honestly, Shanks. He gives a warning look.]

If you don't be quiet willingly, I'm getting a gag.

[ Shanks chuckles right back to Buggy's look. ] Funny, I don't have that problem.

I mean, if you want, I have no objections.

[He rolls his eyes at Shanks, working on making sure the restraints he's using are snug and secure.]

Depends on if you'll be quiet and let me work! It's my birthday, so you should be gracious, Shanks!

[ Shanks is careful, but does test the restraints, just to make certain they can't come undone too easily, so he can squirm and move around without concern. Besides, he likes the way the rope seems to tighten when he flexes his wrist, the feel of the rope moving against his skin. ]

Is that your birthday wish, Buggy? For me to be quiet?

My birthday wish is to fuck all night until both of us can barely move.

[He looks up pointedly at Shanks.]

So you better keep your promise, Red.

[ For a moment, Shanks just grins at Buggy. Then he rubs part of the bed with his heel. ]

I think that's an easy promise to keep.

Oh?

[And maybe just to be obnoxious -- he's the birthday clown after all! -- he sits back and grins... and reaches down to give a little poke to the tip of Shanks' nose.]

And you have to say something nice to me!

[Make the clown feel pretty, Shanks!]

[ And Shanks has to chuckle again, as he looks to the side. Then his eyes flicker back to Buggy's. ]

In what way, Buggy? You should define that, unless you want to me hear me say your eyes are a beautiful shade of blue. [ He smirks, but the words are sincere. ]

[That gets a bit of a smile out of him though, lips curling up.]

Well, that's a good start. [And he thinks Shanks means it, at least.]

[ Shanks, actually, does mean it. He just wasn't expecting Buggy to be comfortable with something so sappy. When he approves of the compliment, though, Shanks smiles, softly. ]

Very well, then.

They are. They're stunning. I enjoy looking at them.

[... Well, the compliment was fine, but Shanks is getting very sappy now. It gets an eye roll from the clown.]

You don't have to lay it on so thick, you know.

[He shakes his head as he moves to get to his feet.]

I have to grab a few supplies.

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