[ Mihawk attempts to stop the clown with the sound of his name alone before he gets out of the door. ]
Take this with you.
[ He rolls his yellow eyes sidelong and pushes both the wine bottles to the edge of his desk, both the empty one he drank and the one that Buggy attempted to give him. If the man learns from it, good. If not, at least he's taking trash out so Mihawk doesn't have to. Whether Buggy chooses to soothe that surely stinging throat of his with the one during his walk-of-shame back to his accomodations is neither here nor there to Hawk Eyes. ]
That'll be all.
[ You know, in case Buggy thought he was getting away with the last word. ]
[his name is enough to stop him, not least of the reasons why being that he doesn't know if he's ever heard mihawk say it before. certainly not without a layer of venomous contempt making it less of a name and more of a curse. it almost makes up for the fact that mihawk is just using the opportunity to dump one more chore on him before he escapes.
so be it; buggy will foist the bottle of piss-wine onto the first sailor he sees or just toss it out of the pavilion to be discovered and consumed later; mihawk was right about the crew at large having no taste to speak of, but buggy has decided to pay closer attention to such things. see where that gets him. he'll recognize the bottle of the good stuff if he sees another one, that's for sure.
the last word belongs to mihawk. buggy knows he's getting away with plenty. all he offers is a twisted grin beneath the streaked remains of his makeup before he slips out through the tent flap into the darkness beyond.]
no subject
[ Mihawk attempts to stop the clown with the sound of his name alone before he gets out of the door. ]
Take this with you.
[ He rolls his yellow eyes sidelong and pushes both the wine bottles to the edge of his desk, both the empty one he drank and the one that Buggy attempted to give him. If the man learns from it, good. If not, at least he's taking trash out so Mihawk doesn't have to. Whether Buggy chooses to soothe that surely stinging throat of his with the one during his walk-of-shame back to his accomodations is neither here nor there to Hawk Eyes. ]
That'll be all.
[ You know, in case Buggy thought he was getting away with the last word. ]
no subject
so be it; buggy will foist the bottle of piss-wine onto the first sailor he sees or just toss it out of the pavilion to be discovered and consumed later; mihawk was right about the crew at large having no taste to speak of, but buggy has decided to pay closer attention to such things. see where that gets him. he'll recognize the bottle of the good stuff if he sees another one, that's for sure.
the last word belongs to mihawk. buggy knows he's getting away with plenty. all he offers is a twisted grin beneath the streaked remains of his makeup before he slips out through the tent flap into the darkness beyond.]