[ Mihawk is mostly just curious to see if Buggy can think ahead. The answer appears to be yes, to some extent. How much is being influenced by him and how much is coming from the alcohol, he doesn't know, but he's mostly satisfied. ]
Sure, yeah, but I get to delegate a lot of shit now, and - that's not what I mean.
[with a melodramatic sigh, buggy throws the last of his rum back and sends one hand to set the glass on the nearest level surface where it can be easily fetched. there's a rattle to the sound of the glass settling; he's riding a rising buzz now.]
Hawky... if you want my ideas, believe me, I've got 'em. But - no offense - I didn't bring my best rum to your room to plan ahead.
[he finally drifts away from the bedpost and approaches mihawk, the same hand floating ahead of him to drift an invitation across his thigh. if mihawk lets him, buggy will slide into his lap.]
I brought it so I can drink it while you tell me how you're gonna kill them.
[ Mihawk catches the hand on his thigh with his free one, seeming to be considering it before its owner slides over him, seemingly effortlessly. How bold this clown is getting. You get a man off in your lap one time...
While he wears a little pout frown, Hawk Eyes doesn't toss Buggy off. A dark brow raises as the other man reveals his intentions. Bloodthirsty, isn't he? In addition to just clearly being thirsty. ]
One pillar at a time, until it all collapses under its own bloat.
[ He lifts his own glass to his lips to take another sip, mostly to just show how nonchalant he is about this entire situation though he isn't, really. ]
You do realize that whoever called this shot at us won't likely come to light for some time, much less be present where we're going.
[hearing mihawk say that is incredibly satisfying, and does a little to soothe buggy's wounded pride, but not enough. crocodile is angry, the world government is smug somewhere, shanks might well hear about it and buggy is positive there's something else going on with mihawk besides. he's warm with liquor now, bolder. it makes his eyes narrow.]
Who gives a shit? We need to send a message.
[it also makes him poke a finger into mihawk's chest.]
You don't want me to look stupid in front of everybody either. My reputation is attached to yours.
[you can throw him off your lap but you can't deny the truth!!]
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What is? Planning ahead?
[ He cocks his own head. ]
Do you not stage your own productions?
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[with a melodramatic sigh, buggy throws the last of his rum back and sends one hand to set the glass on the nearest level surface where it can be easily fetched. there's a rattle to the sound of the glass settling; he's riding a rising buzz now.]
Hawky... if you want my ideas, believe me, I've got 'em. But - no offense - I didn't bring my best rum to your room to plan ahead.
[he finally drifts away from the bedpost and approaches mihawk, the same hand floating ahead of him to drift an invitation across his thigh. if mihawk lets him, buggy will slide into his lap.]
I brought it so I can drink it while you tell me how you're gonna kill them.
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While he wears a little
poutfrown, Hawk Eyes doesn't toss Buggy off. A dark brow raises as the other man reveals his intentions. Bloodthirsty, isn't he? In addition to just clearly being thirsty. ]One pillar at a time, until it all collapses under its own bloat.
[ He lifts his own glass to his lips to take another sip, mostly to just show how nonchalant he is about this entire situation
though he isn't, really. ]You do realize that whoever called this shot at us won't likely come to light for some time, much less be present where we're going.
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Who gives a shit? We need to send a message.
[it also makes him poke a finger into mihawk's chest.]
You don't want me to look stupid in front of everybody either. My reputation is attached to yours.
[you can throw him off your lap but you can't deny the truth!!]