[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 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?
[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 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. ]
[ 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.
[ Shanks laughs to Buggy's words and the eye roll. ]
That's why I told you to define what you wanted to hear. [ Still amused. ]
Not like I can walk off on you. [ Another laugh as Shanks pulls at the restraint around his wrist to display this. Even though, really, he could probably break the restraints, if he really wants. ]
I didn't know you would be so sappy! [But Buggy does look pleased regardless. Maybe he just doesn't know how to take a compliment well -- at least not when it's like that, when it's Shanks being very sincere.
Either way, he gathers up a few items he might want to use and returns to Shanks. There's a grin before he presses the blunt end of a blade he found to his cheek. He'd never actually cut there, but he's careful and he does actually know what he's doing, so--]
You're right. What would be the fun in that, hm? We're just getting started!
[ Amused, Shanks isn't trying to start a fight, but he does repeat himself. ] I did give you a chance to define what you wanted.
[ Shanks moves his head toward, instead of away from the blade, almost like he's daring Buggy to cut him. He's not concerned, not when he realizes it can't, not the side of it Buggy is using, after all. The cool metal against his hot skin feels tantalizing. ]
[He drags the blunt blade down and and down and down...
Until he can turn it to the sharp edge and give the tiniest cut along Shanks' chest. Shallow, just enough to beat up a bit of red that Buggy doesn't hesitate to lean forward and lick up.]
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[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.
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[ 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. ]
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OR naked walk of not-shame, whatever!]
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Just letting you know, if you felt the need, I don't mind. As long as you never harm the cloak.
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[He huffs.]
Although I still say you shouldn't be walking through this hotel naked, dummy.
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[ Shanks chuckles. ]
Worried?
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[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.
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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[Honestly, Shanks. He gives a warning look.]
If you don't be quiet willingly, I'm getting a gag.
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I mean, if you want, I have no objections.
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Depends on if you'll be quiet and let me work! It's my birthday, so you should be gracious, Shanks!
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Is that your birthday wish, Buggy? For me to be quiet?
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[He looks up pointedly at Shanks.]
So you better keep your promise, Red.
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I think that's an easy promise to keep.
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[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!]
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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. ]
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Well, that's a good start. [And he thinks Shanks means it, at least.]
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Very well, then.
They are. They're stunning. I enjoy looking at them.
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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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That's why I told you to define what you wanted to hear. [ Still amused. ]
Not like I can walk off on you. [ Another laugh as Shanks pulls at the restraint around his wrist to display this. Even though, really, he could probably break the restraints, if he really wants. ]
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Either way, he gathers up a few items he might want to use and returns to Shanks. There's a grin before he presses the blunt end of a blade he found to his cheek. He'd never actually cut there, but he's careful and he does actually know what he's doing, so--]
You're right. What would be the fun in that, hm? We're just getting started!
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[ Shanks moves his head toward, instead of away from the blade, almost like he's daring Buggy to cut him. He's not concerned, not when he realizes it can't, not the side of it Buggy is using, after all. The cool metal against his hot skin feels tantalizing. ]
We are. And I would like to see where this goes.
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Until he can turn it to the sharp edge and give the tiniest cut along Shanks' chest. Shallow, just enough to beat up a bit of red that Buggy doesn't hesitate to lean forward and lick up.]
Do you now??
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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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