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"Sir, I assure you I live right here, and I'm sorry I can't magically pull out my fucking papers right now" Blaring police tapes covered the streets' entrance, it was hot and frankly Crocodile could not stand arguing with a police officer about whether he lived in a shared house or not. Or whether he paid rent. The blonde bastard owed them, and he'd rather die than call him right now to solve this nonsensical issue.
"What's going on?." The gruff voice of the only tolerable man in that house reached him, and he swiftly turned to spot Mihawk appearing alongside Boa hauling bags of grocery.
"Apparently, there's a stabber on the loose, and last they saw, they came around here. They've closed off the street and won't allow anyone but residents in," Crocodile responded with a hiss. He was going to melt one way or another. "That's why I had to park the car outside the main street."
"Great, that's just what we needed. Let me guess, it was a man?" Boa snarled. "Honestly, the good for nothing government needs to start locking all men up."
"I'd be in that list then, Boa," Mihawk replied, showing not a single twitch on his face regarding the heat or this new vexing issue with the policeman eyeing them suspiciously "Who else will help you torment these two?"
"Well, I suppose that means you'll just have to become a woman!"
"Are you two fucking done." Crocodile grit out "Sir just-"
"Oh! You guys!" a shrill voice exclaimed, the three individuals' eyes locked on a meager man with blue hair, seemingly having forgotten the fact he had been with them at the store. 'Was he even in the car?' Crocodile wondered.
"George! Let them inside they're with me!" Buggy exclaimed, jogging up to them as they slipped under the tape, "You guys forgot me in the store! I had to Uber home, you know!!"
"How did you arrive earlier than us?" Mihawk asked, puzzled.
He had been asleep as usual the entire drive, and Crocodile had made Boa promise not to bring up the entire incident that happened at the roadside. They had ended up running over a snake, and as Crocodile tried to pry the creature off the road to put it on the side out of the goodness of his heart, it had miraculously revived and slithered into his shirt. Boa had only a second before hearing a piercing scream and Crocodile on the pavement rolling about as if a child in the mud...just less happy about the ordeal.
They were going to take that to the grave after a few blackmailing. How they ended up running over a snake instead of a deer? No one would ever know. Not even themselves, but odd things always happened with them, so questioning such an event wouldn't bring anything.
"Oh, make sure to pass these around if you can. Helps us more than you think," George said, running up to pass a few flyers. A large black and white CCTV picture in the middle and 'STABBER ON THE LOOSE' written in bold red. "Yeah, as if I'm doing shit for that guy after he gave us crap." Crocodile muttered angrily before turning his attention towards the imbecile standing before him, "How the fuck did you get in so easily, huh?"
"You know he just knows everyone," Boa replied for a sputtering Buggy frozen underneath Crocodiles' harsh glare. You couldn't pay him enough to try and understand why the man was the way he was, Buggy thought. He's gonna kill me one day. I just know it.
As the staring competition continued, Mihawk stood quietly observing the poster in his hand.
The group made its way toward their more than unconventional home, groceries in hand, and sweating profusely under 30° as if they had been in the desert. They worked in silence, arranging everything before it was harshly interrupted by Mihawk grabbing a plate and smashing it on the kitchen counter. "What the fuck??" Boa replied, stupified by her friends' sudden action.
Mihawk gave no reply, merely pushing the poster in their faces. "We all saw this stupid poster! Why did you break a plate??" Crocodile screamed, enraged by all that had already happened today and what would continue to, it seemed like.
"Buggy." Mihawk stated simply, locking eyes with the man who looked two seconds from running towards the door. "Yes..." Buggy replied, tears forming on the corner of his eyes as he harshly blinked, trying to will them away. The other two of the four confused as to what was happening, looked closer, analysing the poster before spotting the bright 'LOOK HERE'. The supposed stabber and Buggy at the train station waving goodbye to one another.
Heads turned slowly toward the blue hair, and he in turn looked more dazed, taking a look himself at the poster before his eyes twinkled, "Guys, look, I'm on a poster!" A second passed.
"OH SHIT. OH MY GOD, I'M ON THE POSTER! IT'S THE GUY"
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Crocodile silently set up the projector, snatching Buggy's phone before connecting it. The living room lit up with all of Buggys' text messages on display for the trio sitting on the couch.
"No wonder you never reply to my texts. Who the hell is 'wax guy talented with fingers'?" Boa spoke, a finger pointing sharply toward Buggy, who merely shrank further into himself.
"We have a good chat on text. What could you possibly be talking about?" He muttered, not willing to look up his phone. "You have issues. 400 unread messages should be illegal," Mihawk said, barely digesting the names given to all the contacts he was seeing.
"It's actually 4000. The other 0 got cut off," Buggy replied inattentively, scrolling before showing texts with a contact saved as 'real brother, will have pasta together.' "Pasta? Seriously?" Crocodile squinted.
This was getting out of hand. Old creepy men, then high-schoolers, and now, stabbers. Buggy just keeps recklessly introducing himself to whoever in his vicinity and befriending them.
"He was nice!" Buggy exclaimed, clearly wanting to add something before being interrupted by a "who happens to stab someone right BEFORE your chat, as told in the poster and then showing up near our house while we shopped." Mihawk, harsh as ever, dutifully reminded the man before he got even the tiniest bit more defensive over his 'friend'.
Well, it was unconventional, yes, and Buggy really shouldn't let them read his reply to the stabbers' enthusiastic 'Hi!'.
"Buggy move, I can't see what you typed," Boa claimed, motioning him sideways as she tried to peek past his shoulders. He was gonna die, yup. Buggy reluctantly slid to the side, exposing his message. 'I was serious about the pasta. It feels like I know you 4ever!'
Heavy silence now dawned the house. Slacked jaws alike, a comical sight if Buggy wasn't in this position, as right on queue rains of insults poured on him. The loudest being Crocodiles who looked as if he was going to lunge across their beloved coffee table.
"YOU MET THIS WEIRDO YESTERDAY!"
"Why do you always do this?"
"You're such a friend slut oh my god Buggy"
"He's just asking to be killed one day"
"I am NOT a friend slut and it's not like he's actively reading or replying to my text!!" Buggy cried desperately looking for an escape from the situation, stepping infront to cover his message as if the damage hadn't been done. Right as he said that, however, a ding echoed, silencing the howling voices.
Buggy stuttered, not daring to look back at the projector screen or his own phone's miniscule one. Please no, he whimpered to himself.
"HE'S TEXTING!!" Boa bellowed, shaking Mihawk's shoulders who simply looked unbothered and disappointed.
A beat passed. The reply never came. "See, guys. It's nothing at all...he's gone." Buggy exhaled, relieved. Then, a buzz, a call was incoming.
"HE'S CALLING"
"OH WHAT DO I DO??" Buggy cried, tears now beginning to flow down his cheeks as he shook his phone about.
"DENY IT! YOU MORON!" Crocodile yelled.
"I CAN'T! IT'S MEAN!"
"Are you kidding. GIVE ME THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW THEN" Buggy practically jumped toward Crocodile, trembling as their hands enveloped. Hearts skipping a beat before Crocodile hurled the phone toward the wall.
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The police station's benches were clearly not meant to accommodate a man as humongous as Crocodile. Boa and Buggy were practically glued to one another as they tried their level best not to fall off said bench.
They had immediately set off toward the station after the call and left Mihawk to stay home, who had to check emails he said. But it seemed more like an excuse so he could sleep once more. Other than gardening on occasions and cleaning his sword, Yoru, as he called her, the man truly did nothing as a past time. Work had taken away the time he used to practice sword play and now the free time he took was to regain some energy. It seemed like there was no other 22 year old employee as hard working, thus, the directors at the company took as many liberties as they possibly could. Needless to say none of the group would ever say no to Mihawk resting, they all knew he needed it and unanimously agreed to let the man be, no matter how long he slept.
Crocodile ran his own shady business, though he would never share it. It helped that he didn't have to pay rent, so he normally just paid for whatever they wanted. Spending money a bit hazardously for the sake of it. No matter how much he grumbled, he never truly said 'no' as a response to anyone wanting something.
Boa was an intern at a fashion company and suit their application quite well. She was dedicated and her room was a mess of fabrics and various sashes thrown about carelessly. Despite that and having a steady income she refused to lend money in any scenario, opting to spend whenever new decorations would be wanted in a new blank spot she'd notice.
Buggy was...eccentric, just like the rest. Travelling through the train an hour everyday towards a circus he'd started in his last year of highschool. Under his leadership it had flourished quickly, charming people came naturally to him and it had grown ever since.
And that point continued to get proven as a police officer stepped through the door, beckoning him by the hand dismissively until Buggy complimented her earrings. "Oh! what a nice boy, thankyou" the officer replied, playing with her earring slightly as Buggy walked towards her.
"I just can't even-" Boa uttered, gazing at their backs as they went through the door. "Let's just think about something else for now." Crocodile responded exasperated. Silence lingered, before albeit hesitantly Crocodile muttered, "Mind wipe?" Turning his head towards Boa, who nodded.
"I'm getting frustrated, like every day. I don't know I just want to put myself out there and get it out of my system."
"You wanna have...a one night stand?", Boa answered. She felt disgusted but Crocodile nor anyone in the house was really one to talk about relationships or hookups. He must really be going through it, Boa thought to herself.
Quickly, she fished out her phone, scrolling through a coworkers group chat before finding the text. Wordlessly, she motioned her hand toward Crocodile who immediately gave his phone to her. She would never say out loud how easy it was to talk within the group without speaking at all.
Rushing to the app store she typed in the message, Crocodile looking over her shoulder curiously. "A dating app? Definitely not what I'm looking for."
"I know dumbass, it's not a dating app, it's for hookups."
"Why would that be sent in your work group chat?" Crocodile muttered but it reached deaf ears as Boa wordlessly created a profile. "What do you want? Swipe." She stated. Not bothered the slightest but with a hint of annoyance on her face as Crocodile stared mindlessly at his screen. It wasn't really so hard.
"This one." Crocodile proclaimed, finally satisfied with a choice after too many old men and teachers. The reply message came immediately, as Boa and Crocodile looked with the slightest excitement.
"Hurry and send the address, by the time we'll be back, he'll arrive" Boa exclaimed, happy. She helped achieve one good thing after the fiasco this morning.
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Mihawk rubbed his eyes wearily, eyes roaming around the living room. Not back still. It had been 2 hours already though but then again the police were always slow. He got up, stretching slightly, his job was starting to effect his posture and it was the worst thing that's happened to him this year. What if it effects his use of Yoru one day...
A loud buzz broke him out his stupor as he looked toward his phone on the table. Genuinely the worst timing, he definitely did not have the capacity to text right now. And he definitely didn't want to either as he saw who exactly has texted him.
The ugly fake blonde, Doflamingo. The man who terrorised everyone in their highschool and was the man who 'gave' them the house the group lived in. He owed it really so it wasn't some great deed.
Reluctantly he pressed the notification open just to see a news report shared. The others had blocked the blonde as soon as they got the house, atleast one of them had to keep in contact and that fell on Mihawk who was busied by work and had no prior knowledge of this. The horrible stabbing, oh lord not again.
Mihawk: what
Blonde: look at the little pest lurking around
: gonna deal with it with your sword?
Mihawk: don't you dare insult yoru
You turned contact to bitch
Bitch: oh come on don't b like that
: check the storage room incase ;)
Mihawk really wasn't in the mood for any foolery from the man, it definitely would spike Crocodiles blood pressure. Slowly he made his way toward the room none of them bothered to check, opening the door and low and behold on the wall lay a gun. Okay. No.
Mihawk dialed Boas phone knowing she would immediately pick up with Buggys phone broken and Crocodile who always purposefully waits 10 minutes before picking up to annoy him. Soon enough a soft "yep" came.
"Put this on speaker, it's about that guy," Mihawk stated knowing they all knew who he'd be speaking off in this cryptic manner. "What could it possibly be?" Crocodiles rich voice came through, sounding even more sluggish then when he last heard when they left. "He left a gun in the storage room."
Silence. Then a resigned sigh from two people. "Please go to the store downtown and sell it." Mihawk really didn't want to go downtown, to make it clear it was rundown and a shithole. It reeked and you'd be more likely to run into mice than people but the three never asked much from him so he'd let it pass. "Alright, I need the walk anyway."
He just didn't know how he'd do that with a gun strapped on. Few people definitely didn't mean no people.
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Buggy finally walked through the door as the call ended, walking up to them timidly as if something weigh on his mind. "Did it go well?" Crocodile asked, his headache leaving at the prospect of all this coming to an end and then finally being able to let off some steam. He needed it, unlike the puritans he lived with.
"The interrogator said I needed help," Buggy mumbled. "Well we all do so whatever now, come on let's go home" Boa replied calmly, automatically easing what lingered in Buggys mind when the interrogator had said that as a jest.
He didn't know why it stung.
"Crocodiles got a hookup he wants to rush to so we better hurry up cause he'll be there in a hour. Oh also Mihawk found a gun." Boa exclaimed nonsensically as she walked towards the car.
"Wait- WHAT??" Buggys heart clenched, again he didn't know why. A lot of things hurt when it came to Crocodile who always seemed more closed off towards him in specific compared to Boa and Mihawk.
He barely tolerated Buggy, and sure they didn't have a lot in common but that didn't matter with the other two and himself so why only him? He truly couldn't remember doing anything in highschool, Crocodile wasn't as cold in highschool with him. Something changed when they moved in together two years ago.
Nevertheless, his heart hurt and just the thought of Crocodile with someone made his brain fuzzy for some reason, he wasn't normally the type to do such things. Hell he'd rather expect it from Mihawk more than Crocodile.
"Oi, hurry the fuck up clown" Crocodile voiced. Buggy hadn't even realised he'd stopped walking, too taken up in processing the information.
He really wanted a drink right now and what the fuck was with the gun?
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A bell rang, they had only just arrived home 10 minutes ago and Boa and Crocodile had practically melted into the couch after the bench. Buggy ran up to take a shower and none of them truly had the energy to walk up to the door.
All of a sudden, Boa jumped out her seat, "He could be your guy!" She said excitedly all but running up to the door, swinging it open to find a tall, slender figure wearing a....tuxedo? Maybe it was kink, she mused, looking the man up and down curiously before he spoke.
"Hi I'm Buggys friend, he invited me over."
"Ofcourse...just come through here." The man walked in, impeccable posture, pushing his glasses back up his face as he examined the hallway and living room. Crocodile turned his head from where he was sitting before sitting up after noticing a heavy glare from Boa, who indiscreetly mouthed "You're gonna fuck."
The man immediately sat down next to Crocodile introducing himself as Kuro, a merchant. 'A merchant? Really?' Boa thought to herself, perplexed as to why anyone would say that as a job, knowing it sounded fake. However Crocodile didn't seem to care as much as his friend regarding that, the man seemed his type and what could possibly be the consequence of an early fuck before the scheduled one?
"Is Buggy here?" Kuro asked, looking around the room stumped. 'Another soul bond' Crocodile thought to himself. It annoyed him beyond words.
"So...how do you know Buggy?" Boa asked, clearly offended about the two men forgetting that she was still there and sat right next to them. She had purposefully sat next to Kuros side, as to mouth instructions to Crocodile incase he reverted to his ill tempered ways.
"Oh." Kuro mumbled, "he's my best friend in the entire world I'd say."
"Isn't he everybody's at this point" Crocodile grumbled earning him another hefty glare from the face at the side of Kuros head, Boa had a special talent, swiftly changing her expression to a sweet smile when Kuro looked back at her confused by Crocodiles shift in demeanor.
The man looked baffled as if he expected to be the only 'best friend', mouth gaping like a fish for a minute before he schooled his expression. Silence lingered and it was a heavy one this time, all three shifting in their seats uncomfortably before a loud crash and a loud, "Ow fuck."
Thankfully their savior came in the form of a lanky blue haired fellow, who mindlessly laid in the couch chair infront of the trio.
"Sorry, I stubbed my toe."
"Buggy!" An excited voice called out, Buggy who had closed his eyes in relief when finding his place on the couch, merely opened one eye in response, landing on a black haired guy sat between Boa and Crocodile. "Um..hi?" He replied hesitantly, the man seemed to know him but Buggy only felt uncomfortable as the three looked at him expectedly. Was he supposed to do something?
"Don't you remember me?" The man spoke out quietly, eyes lingering on Buggy in a way that made him the tiniest bit queasy.
"Oh he's always like this. Buggy it's your best friend Kuro" Crocodile snapped sarcastically, mood ruined by the lingering tension from before that seemed to return ten fold.
All of a sudden, Buggys blood ran cold. Kuro. His eyes darted toward the poster from the afternoon, the man. "Oh yeah! Kuro!" Buggy proclaimed loudly. He had started sweating profusely now and sat up straight immediately.
"Just give me a second. I'll be back," Buggy said, legs trembling as he looked the man in the eye.
"Oh, but you just got here," Kuro uttered, voice sad as he looked at Buggy with a stare that left him frozen in his tracks.
"Diarrhea," Buggy stated before running out the living room, standing right in front of the entrance of the house and pulling out his phone, fumbling toward the contact he was looking for.
Buggy: Bring home gum
: gum, please
: gum
Fuck.
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Mihawk had been jumping store to store for an hour now, and frankly, he was exhausted trying to tell the clerks his story. Each of them simply eyed him suspiciously before kicking him out, and all Mihawk thought was that they were lucky he didn't have Yoru.
At this point, he might as well give up, he thought to himself angrily before stepping into the last store he could find on his maps. The bell chimed as he stepped in, and immediately, the scent of blueberry filled his nose. That's an improvement...
He stepped timidly towards the counter, praying to whatever deity that this would work. "Hello sir, I'd like to sell this gun."
A man turned to look toward him from a busted computer with tapes holding up it's screen, he had a mustache and a t-cap on inside his store. Alright so he's that type.
"Is that okay with you sir?" Mihawk added trying his level best to sound like a respectable man not on the verge of wanting to just throw the gun and run away. "Why are you talking to me like I don't know what I do?" The man replied gruffly, sizing him up from behind the counter. Oh come on.
"What. Sir that wasn't my intention at all actually" Mihawk fumbled, he felt like Buggy, how did he get misinterpreted that badly?
"You saunter in here as if you own the place and then you try and act cocky with me?, in MY store?" The man announced, annoyance clear on his face.
"I'm sorry I gave you that impression sir I really just want to give this gun away" Mihawk assured, bewildered at the sudden hostility from the man. "Yeah sure." The man replied, offering his hand out which Mihawk graciously took lest the man think he was antagonising him again.
"Are you dumb or something im asking for the gun to inspect it not to take your hand." Now Mihawk truly wished he could throw himself out a window. Never in his life did he feel as humiliated as he did now and it was on his own accord. He wordlessly handed the gun strapped to his back to the man, avoiding his gaze completely, focusing on the patch of paint chipping on a corner wall.
"You fruity or something?" The man said after a pause leaving Mihawk startled. Now what.
"You've got nail polish on. That means you're fruity." He really couldn't do this today. Absolutely not. "No I just did it for work. I'm not at all like that" Mihawk uttered nervously, he really didn't want the man to assume he was hitting on him and then get hate crimed. Most gun sellers were like that.
"Oh so you've got a problem with gay people now too?" The man stated. What the fuck is going on. "MY sisters gay".
"Oh!" Mihawk exclaimed. Oh no no.
"Sir I'm queer as well, I just thought you would be..."
"Now you're just lying to save your ass huh? Get the hell outta my store" He interjected.
"I swear I am Gay, I could kiss you to prove it!!" Mihawk replied loudly.
He sat outside the convenience store, gum in hand and gun in another, leaning against the wall. How was he supposed to get rid of it. Luckily none of his acquaintances were around to witness the absolute horror he had experienced and atleast Buggy would be happy getting the gum, he thought to himself uselessly as a woman walked by him.
"Ma'am shot gun?", he offered picking the gun and pointing it towards her as she let out a piercing scream before dropping her bags and running down the street.
He needed to go home.
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There had been no opening for 20 minutes now. Buggy had returned to his seat, frustrated, before divising a plan to just tell Boa and Crocodile of the situation. Yet the conversation just kept going, everytime he tried to intervene Boa would throw something at him. 'Let them talk', she'd mouth and now all he could do was silently watch Kuro and Crocodile chat.
Suddenly Kuro sat up, "I'm afraid I have to go to the bathroom."
Buggy rushed towards Crocodile and Boa who had started debriefing the conversation, he said nothing as he grabbed their arms and hauled them off their asses. There was absolutely no time and Mihawk wasn't here so they were fucked. They just needed to get out.
The front door opened and he pushed aside the various curses and confused expressions he was receiving as he pushed them into the car. This was all they could do. As the other two sat in, albeit hesitant, they immediately noticed the grim expression plastered on Buggys face. Taking a seat in the drivers side as Boa sat at the passenger and Crocodile in the back, leaning infront to look at Buggys expression. "What the fuck is going on?" Crocodile demanded.
Things had finally been progressing and the man seemed into him so why exactly they were in the car, puzzled him. Buggy said nothing in reply.
Silently taking out his phone and putting in a number earning a harsh reprimand from Boa who said he was cockblocking right now. "Yes hello sir, the stabber is in my house right now." Silence again. None of them even dared to breath loudly as Buggy stated their address to the dispatcher on the other line.
The call ended and immediately the shrill proclamation came from none other than Crocodile. "I WAS GONNA BANG THE STABBER BECAUSE OF YOU BOA."
"DON'T PUT THIS ON ME. HOW'D HE EVEN COME HERE AND FIND US?" Boa shrieked, hands coming up to clutch at her hair as she slid down her seat.
A pause. Before heads turned toward Buggy who reluctantly squeaked out, "find my friends."
"OH YOU HAVE AN ISSUE."
"WHY WOULD YOU EVEN- TO A TOTAL STRANGER YOU TALKED TO FOR 10 MINUTES"
Cries rang out the car as Buggy gripped the stearing, mindlessly banging his head on it. "How about you just go in and tell him to leave. Tell him you don't want to be friends anymore. Huh, doesn't that sound nice?" Boa uttered out softly, placing her hands on Buggys as she tried to usher him out. "Yeah you can do it just say it" Crocodile followed, that's all they needed to do right?
Right as he said that however, Kuro stepped out the house. Locking eyes with each of them before coming up towards Buggys closed window and knocking. Screams followed, Boa hastily making sure the windows were all closed as she howled, "BUGGY PLEASE JUST TELL HIM."
"I CAN'T. I'M WEAK."
"BUGGY, HE'S GONNA KILL US."
Kuro silently looked on through the window, knocking once more before asking, "Are you going out?"
The man didn't seem to be bothered much about the screaming, looking directly at Buggy as he followed up with, "can I come with you?"
"Yeah sure!", Buggy said without a moment of hesitation.
He was trying to get them killed, Boa thought to herself as she watched Kuro move quietly. "I don't want him in the car..." she cried.
Buggy felt like the world had hollowed in. He didn't know what to do, and he really didn't want to tell Kuro to get in, his mouth had just spoken for him automatically before his brain caught up.
Kuro moved. Yet he moved towards the back of the car instead as Crocodile screeched, "HE'S TRYING TO COME IN FROM THE TRUNK! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING"
"Oh we're gonna die" Boa mellowed out helplessly.
Then a hand sat above the gear. Resolute. "Buggy?" Boa asked, fear settling further into her bones.
"Buggy get your hands off that right now" Crocodile followed.
A shift. Buggy met Crocodiles eyes through the rear view mirror, a silent understanding before the car moved. Screams followed as they felt a bump, tears had started pouring immediately as the car stopped.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" Boa shreaked in disbelief.
"SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME AND NOW I'VE JUST KILLED A MAN" Buggy replied feebly, the energy in his being completely hollowed out.
Kuro stood outside, examining the bumper. The car had just squashed the trash bag that had fallen from the bin outside. He had moved to try and pick it up before the car moved and juiced spilled across his pants and shoes. Coating them in mush and too many fruit juices.
Weren't they gonna go to the pasta place?
As the three in car cried, reaching out to one another and gripping eachothers arms, a hand reached out to bang it on the window of Buggys side as Kuros face came into view.
"You couldve just told me we could do another day." The three looked at him bewildered with tears streaming and snot running before loud sirens filled the street. Police officers!
Crocodile practically jumped out the car seat, Boa following with Buggy crawling across the dashboard.
"SIR THE STABBERS RIGHT THERE!" Buggy wept, pointing towards Kuro who looked at him in fierce betrayal before running towards their backyard.
The police officers paused, sharing a look with one another before one made chase. The other, casually treaded towards the door of the backseat of the car, swinging it open and fixing the person inside with a look of heavy ire.
"Erm? Hello sir!" Boa called, waving her hands around anxiously, looking side to side. What if the stabber lept out through the bushes.
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Mihawk got out the car, shotgun clutched firmly to his chest as he thanked the police officer who made no effort to reply.
He really should've seen this coming. Walking around with a shotgun in hand wasn't the smartest idea and it had taken some heavy convincing to let the two officers drive him home.
They're still letting me keep this?
Mihawk looked ahead, catching the identical stunned gazes of his friends, tears streamed down their faces as they clutched at eachothers arms as if wanting to pinch themselves awake.
"I got the gum you wanted Buggy."