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As night tiptoes its way across the Kari Bari Island, casting a pale glow on the buildings and people working at night. Some were just now finished with their hard work late into the night, yielding to sleep. Others were stirring awake to begin their work. The night guards take shifts from each other to watch for enemies on the water and land. Everything was going smoothly throughout the island, only if that could be the case for their chairman, lying in his tent with his mind racing about, having no ability to fall asleep.
The blue-haired Yonko lets out a frustrated huff, being annoyed that even when the clown took some sleepy meds for his woes... It didn’t help at all with the swirling thoughts. His mind was racing too fast for the pills to be working and the clown didn’t want to be down too many meds. Fearing that he would be knocked-out for the next day, which was a horrible thought, and getting addicted to them would be an unflashy thing to happen as well. Having no way to sleep, the bluenette tossed and turned around his round, flashy bed. Moving around so much that he had to get up to pick his pillows and blankets off the floor about three times now.
Sleep was never coming to Buggy, who groaned in annoyance and rubbed his face to clear the ever-growing headache that the clown believed it could be called a migraine at this point. How fantastically flashy this is? Rolling his water-colored eyes at his dilemma at hand, sarcastically mocked himself for not being able to sleep when there was a meeting in the morning…
…FUCK! There’s a fucking meeting in the morning! Covering his face in his hands again, the bluenette stretches out across his bed. Rolling about as he pushes pillows, blankets, and plushies off his large, rounded bed. Moments later, Buggy flings a knife at a target board adjacent to his bed. Hitting a bullseye, which seems to irrigate the clown even more. Buggy wanted to do more and was screaming at the top of his lungs in frustration, even in his sleepy state. He knew that wouldn’t be a flashy idea for all the trouble he knew he would get into if he did so. Sucks to be an Emperor of the Sea that can’t do anything they wanted, Buggy thinks bitterly with another annoyed huff as he combs through his long blue hair, fidgeting with it sub-consciously, not realizing that he was doing it.
The blue-haired clown’s breaths began to come quick and shallow, as his tent slowly spiraled around him. The colors blended and distorted with each other with every breath he took. A cold sweat broke across his body as he clutched his chest. His heart drums franticly against his ribcage. The slight hum of the clown’s small fan propped up on a stack of books pointed to the bluenette disappeared as his pulse roared in his ears like a relentless wave. The world tilted, a carousel in a funhouse gone awry—
Gently smacking himself in the face with both hands, the sting help from the panic attack Buggy was facing, cursing at the fact it comes at weird times. Odd times he might be doing something he loves or just when he was chilling more and more. Shaking his head, the blue-haired Yonko does his best to settle his hyperventilating with deep, long breaths.
Not wanting to succumb to the overbearing grip of a panic attack, the clown started to look around for something to use, so he could be stable enough to get his meds. His eyes wandered to his beloved collections of books, gems & jewels, blueprints and drawings. For a fleeting moment, he considered starting a new sketch, but the very thought was enough to send a fresh wave of unease through him. Dismissing it with another gentle smack to his face, he turns around to sort the plushies around in. He detached his hands to grab each one and put it back onto the plushies’ hammock in a different room, hidden away from people's view.
Feeling better than moments before, only having his heart thundering only a bit faster than it should be. Reattaching his hands with an audible popping noise as they attach, cracking his joints to relieve the dull pain from yesterday when he took a shitty swan dive off of a tent by accident. Walking it off to show that he was alright, seemingly leaving his followers with more admiration than before….
If that’s even possible, Buggy wonders how he got into this with a sigh
Slowly getting off the bed, racking his brain from everything that has happened over the two years. Chuckling to himself as he walks to a colorful giant dresser cabinet painted with all kinds of flowers and herbs. A blast of smells came over the bluenette as he opened only a couple of cubbies, looking for the container for his panic pills. Once the clown found what he was looking for, he popped open the round tin with a panicked expression on it. Taking out two gum leaf-colored pills and flipping them in his mouth after grabbing the water pitcher in his room. Swallowing the soothing-tasting med with the water he pours into his mouth, not even going to find a cup. The floral sweetness with a citrusy freshness with sprinkles of peppery note aftertaste of the two pills, always was welcome by the clown.
Taking another deep breath, feeling the medicine working its way down and soon the blue-haired Yonko would be fine until the next panic attack set in. Closing the tin and putting it back where it was before. Buggy walks out of his room, not bothering to close the tarp. The bluenette just sets the water pitcher on an open space on his coffee-table in his makeup area. Humming in the beat of the rhythmic way he was going down the spiral staircase, wrapped around the large metal pole in the middle of the two-story tent.
Now in his living room, Buggy paces around the staircase, wondering what he should do because he can’t fall asleep. After a while Buggy gets what he should do if he wasn’t going to sleep. Working wouldn’t help, Buggy believes that the work might be the reason for this restless night. So, he needed to do something that would easy and soothing to do.
Stretching as he looked through his emergency clothes in his living room, because he didn’t think to re-dress in his room. With a sigh, he strips off his PJs. Now donning a short, white T-shirt with the saying, ‘I believe in holding grudges. I’ll heal in hell’ A t-shirt that Alvida gave to him during last Christmas, trying to anger him. Not that Buggy realized that she was trying to do so, loving the shirt very much. Then he puts on some black puffy pants with lots of pockets and slipping on some black slip-on shoes. Once he deemed that he was fit enough to go outside, the Yonko left his living room going through the tarp into the lobby room. Passing his work desk where tomorrow’s meeting’s papers sat, stopping a bit to make it look like he didn’t haphazardly throw them on his desk after he was done with the papers.
With that done, the blue-haired clown left his tent with set-coordinates to where he wanted to go, somewhere that could maybe calm him. Seeing nobody on his way was something that Buggy was very happy about. Spacing out on doing his makeup, but it was fine as finally got to the kitchen area. Going to Kari Bari’s top chefs’ kitchen, having to picklock his butt in. It would take more than a locked door to stop Buggy from coming in, though the bluenette knew the lock wasn’t for him.
Opening the backdoor into the kitchen, closing the door behind him as he walks in. The Yonko makes his way through the area, flipping open the book he grabbed from his bookshelf near his desk. The notebook’s recipes did not need or barely needed any oven or stove to make it. Buggy didn’t want to just make one thing, so he decided to make three treats.
Humming as he sways about the room, the bluenette grabs the ingredients and cooking supplies to start the first treat.
Having his ingredients assembled on one of the countertops in the kitchen and little groups of ingredients for his next treats. The blue-haired Yonko reached for a medium-sized mixing bowl. Setting it down and poured in a generous amount of semi-sweet chocolate, as well as dark chocolate chips. Buggy grabs a can of unsweetened condensed milk, that will bind the ingredients together later on. The clown started to hum a song as he added a splash of pure vanilla extract, the aroma of chocolate and vanilla swirled around him, leaving Buggy calmer and excited to eat what he was going to make. As the bluenette stirred the ingredients together, he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment as he worked with food again. Being too stressed and busy to do anything with cooking anymore.
The bluenette steps back with pride swelling in his chest. The clown slowly goes to put the fudge into the refrigerator after setting marshmallows on top of it. Shutting the refrigerator and started licking the spoon and bowls from most of the ingredients that didn’t get into the dish. After eating as much as he could, Buggy set to clean everything up to start his next treat. Washing the dishes with ease and looking through the notebook for the next treat, which was Orange Creamsicle Bars.
With great zest for this next treat, Buggy gathered her ingredients with eager anticipation. The blue-haired Yonko grabs oranges and tangerines, from a bowl on another countertop, its smell makes the clown’s stomach growl. Knowing that he is hungry, Buggy tells himself that he’ll eat something after he is done with the last treat, he wants to do. Detaching his torso from his waist, to look for the graham crackers he needs. Once he finds it, he returns with a ‘pop’ as he re-attaches himself. With nimble fingers, the bluenette crushed the graham crackers into fine crumbles, sighing with happiness at the satisfying crunch beneath her touch.
With a beep of the microwave, he mixes them with the melted butter. Pouring it into two square dishes, his mouth watering with the smell of what he was making. He pressed the mixture firmly into the base of the square as the foundation for her bars took shape.
Buggy turns his attention to what he needs to do next, making the creamy orange filling. Grabbing a large mixing bowl, wanting to create more than one dish of this treat, the clown combines sweetened condensed milk with freshly squeezed orange juice that he made a bit before as he was pressing the base into the dish. With a gentle hand, Buggy folded in a dollop of whipped topping, then added a splash of pure vanilla extract. With each stir of the spoon, Buggy continues to hums another song. With practiced precision, the bluenette poured the creamy orange mixture over the graham cracker crusts, smoothing it out with the back of a spoon until it lay perfectly even. As the blue-haired Yonko admired his handiwork, he reached for a zest grater and carefully grated a couple of vibrant orange peels over the top of the bars.
With a satisfied smile, Buggy covered the baking dishes with aluminum foil and placed it gently into the refrigerator, next to the Hot Chocolate Fudge. Allowing the bars to chill and set overnight. As Buggy closed the door, the clown couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him, eager to taste the fruits of his labor.
After licking up all he could with what was left from the Orange Creamsicle Bars, Buggy washed the dishes once again. Now going to make his last treat for the night, the Yonko gathered her ingredients. A jar of peanut butter that he grabbed from a high cabinet, hidden away from sneaky hands. Grinning with amusement at the lengths his chefs went to hide the peanut butter away from Bucket’s hands.
That little rascal would eat all the peanut butter if he could.
Shaking his head with a small laugh, picking up a bag of powdered sugar and setting it down on the countertop he was using. With deft hands, Buggy combined the peanut butter and powdered sugar in a medium-sized mixing bowl. The bluenette adds a splash of vanilla extract, like all the other times and as he is stirring it the clown hums another song.
With a bright smile, Buggy rolled the peanut butter mixture into bite-sized balls, his scarred hands coated in a dusting of powdered sugar like snowflakes glistening in the sunlight. Giggling at that imagery that he thought of the blue-haired clown reaches for a bag of shredded coconut and a bowl of melted chocolate with two detached hands. Praising whatever deity or being, who let him not blow up the microwave from how many times he used it.
With practiced precision, Buggy dipped each peanut butter ball into the melted chocolate, coating it in a rich layer of sweetness. Then the bluenette rolled the chocolate peanut butter balls into the shredded coconut, the flakes clinging to the chocolate. With a sigh of victory, Buggy placed the chocolate snowballs onto a parchment-lined baking sheet and transferred them to the refrigerator to chill and set. As Buggy closed the door, he cracked his joints again, his stomach growling, meaning it was time to eat something.
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The morning came reaching throughout the island, as the night workers went to sleep as the day started with many people waking up. Starting their day, trailing their way to the announcement in the Big-Top tent. Where their chairman delivered his speeches with great vigor. Some followers see the blue-haired captain yawn and stretch out his arms, as people filter out to start their work. People whisper on and on about how grand their chairman was, working so much that he was so tired, and they all should do the same.
The whispers turned into loud chatter of how their chairman was amazing and grand, a person who deserved so much respect! A captain that works so hard to keep them safe! A captain that’s so strong because he has done so much! A captain that does this and that, but to the ears of a man with a golden hook for a hand and the World’s Greatest Swordsman, it was just useless garbage that wasn’t anything to them.
This morning for the two former warlords was filled with slight annoyance from the looming pressure of deals that needed to be sorted through and the perpetual antics of Buggy's followers. The taller man rolls his eyes at the next time he overheard a dimwit praising the clown, grinding the cigar in his mouth gently. With a sigh, the man takes the cigar out with his jeweled hand, smoke blows out as he addresses the other man in the room, "It seems the clown will be late, Hawk.”
“I can see that, even though we’ve told him so many times” The stoic man sighs, sipping some wine that he stored somewhere in this goddamn room that Crocodile can’t find. The larger man made sure that he was the first one in the room this time once again. Noting Mihawk only had a wine glass with him as the swordsman walked in. Waiting to see where the man stuffed a wine bottle in, but it was useless to do.
His back was turned only for a couple of minutes and in that time, Mihawk grabbed that damn bottle. But once, Crocodile turned around, the man already had the bottle open and poured it into his glass. Staring at Crocodile with his molted gold eyes with a look that the swordsman knew why the other one had come earlier. Muttering a curse, deciding to give up trying to take away the man’s wine, so now he was sitting next to Mihawk who was pouring the last of his alcohol into his glass, and what Crocodile now knows is it will be replaced with another.
“Want to guess what the scatterbrain is doing now?” Crocodile asks, wanting to do something that wasn’t listening to the buffoons praising the clown. Wanting to play their regular game of wondering about the whereabouts of the clown.
“Hmmm, I’m guessing that he got stuck again” Mihawk hummed out, making the Suna-Suna user crack out laughing his signature laugh. Starting on about where he could be stuck, whether it’s like that time in the dense jungle part of the island.
Where they saw him stuck up on a high tree, as his outfit got snagged on the branches as he went up to get his nose back from a tiny monkey. Or that time when the clown got his legs captured by a sprawling vine from a carnivorous flower. Using a cart to make the journey easier on his body, Crocodile doesn’t know how he got out of the plant’s grasp, but he knew that they had the plant for dinner that day.
“Kuha ha ha ha, maybe he got grabbed by another bird again?” Crocodile laughs out, making them both remember that time that a giant bird swooped down and snatched the clown off the ground, when he was just standing around, looking over a map. The scream that the blue-haired “chairman” made was worth the inconvenience the bird made on what needed to be done. In truth, it would have been funnier if Buggy had to be saved by another person. But sadly, the clown got his brain in check as he used a Buggy Ball to blow the bird up. Cooking the giant bird enough that the chefs served it for lunch after washing the chemicals off.
The conversation died out as both former warlords looked at the clock, noting that it was ten minutes before the meeting should have started. The two men contemplated what to do with the clown, knowing that they would make him cry from wasting their time.
As if those thoughts were the key, Buggy slams the door open with dramatics that make Mihawk and Crocodile internally cringes. The clown shouts out an apologizes for being late, saying that some of his followers flocked around him, questioning if he wasn't sleeping that much, worrying about his health—blah blah blah. Crocodile and Mihawk weren’t really listening to the bluenette, who was wearing that anxious red onesie. Holding an arm full of books, notebooks, and papers for the meeting. Things that were normal for him to be carrying, what wasn’t was the three tins in his other hand.
The clown sets down everything and opens the tins, “I hope you like these…”
The aroma of sweet desserts surrounds both men’s senses, making the room smell warm and comforting, instead of cold and damp like moments before.
Yes, Buggy the Clown brought treats as a peace treaty for being late.
Like clockwork, Mihawk and Crocodile glanced at each other, thinking about the same thing as the clown sat down. Nothing was great like crushing the clown’s plans like he does with their own plans. The Suna-Suna user was the first, grabbing the white chocolate ball as the swordsman grabbed the chocolate fudge moments later.
Both already grimacing at the too-sweet taste these treats will have; the cooks always made the clown’s desserts too-sweet for anyone to stomach that wasn’t the clown. Deciding to yell at the clown after taking a bite because if they did before, that would make the blue-haired clown whine that they couldn’t be like that.
Crocodile and Mihawk know the name of the game and how to win if they take a bite of the treats and start complaining about it. It was fine to do so, with that they could make his peace treaty invalid, and they could start bullying the clown for being late again. So, at the same time, the two former warlords took a bite of their chosen treats.
Lavender and molted gold-colored eyes widened as the flavor as they bit in, and a range of expressions crossed their faces as Buggy nibbed on his zesty Orange Creamsicle Bar. Looking over the papers and things they need to get done today. The swordsman’s usual stoic demeanor faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise and intrigue as Crocodile, on the other hand, felt a surge of frustration bubbling within him at the flavor. In the quiet of the meeting room, amidst the rustle of paperwork by Buggy and the flicker of candlelight, Mihawk and Crocodile exchanged a glance of mutual astonishment.
The treats weren’t the tooth-rotting sweet as that the cooks make for Buggy. The treats were quite rich in flavor, Mihawk could taste the fudge had dark chocolate in it and Crocodile could taste the peanut butter unlike that other time he tried a chocolate peanut butter ball made for the clown. Feeling a bit annoyed that they couldn’t use the excuse of hating the treats to bully their “chairman” anymore, the Suna-Suna fruit user made a half-hearted comment,
“Did your cooks run out of most of the sugar on the island? Kuha ha ha ha, this isn’t as sweet as they normally make for you, I wonder why?” The enigmatic man leans forward, staring at Buggy. Waiting for an answer to come, which Buggy gave without even looking at the man.
“Hell no, we didn’t run out of sugar. That would mean our sugar cane and sugar beets have been destroyed. Even with that, we would just import some sugar from somewhere else.” The clown keeps looking over his books, papers, and maps as he continues with an eyeroll, “The chefs didn’t make them, I did” Buggy hums out with an attitude that Mihawk and Crocodile don’t comment on, as the clown didn’t even let them speak, walking to the marker board,
“So, making a new route away from the “Marines” territory, shouldn’t be this tricky to do. We just need to look at the map and gather intel on the area to see if it has bad weather. If not, maybe we could get some more islands too, so—blah blah blah” Mihawk and Crocodile aren’t listening to the clown’s rambles on work, glancing at each other to see if each other heard the same thing that they heard the clown say.
As their “chairman” continues to speak about the new trade route Cross Guild needs to make, ignore the Marines, Crocodile and Mihawk gawk at him. Not for what he’s saying right now, gawking about him saying that he made the treats they bit into.
Confusion set in as they recalled seeing Buggy on multiple occasions setting fire to water, their attention was focused on Buggy. Still working out the pros and cons of making a new trade route to use. The clumsy clown wasn’t the one to do tasks like cooking and baking… not that the to former Warlords of the Sea thought before. The clown making treats was a revelation that shook the very foundation of their understanding of Buggy the Clown.
“HEY! What ar—You two aren’t even listening to me!” The clown cries out, puffing out his cheeks and he glares at his “lieutenants” for their ridiculous actions. The bluenette grits his teeth and balls up his fists, as he thinks about the meeting a few days ago.
Talking about new trading routes was something that he was going to consult them with, only when he was going to say anything Crocodile threw a file of papers at him. The big dumb sandman says that he needs to find a way to get rid of the Marines in their way on the trading routes. The blue-haired Yonko was going to say that he was about to talk about that and that maybe they should find new routes, but then the dark-haired cigar chomper decided to mock the clown. How that Buggy didn’t even know as he’s too “busy” with things like not crying.
Buggy being pissed was an understatement at that time, the clown knew he couldn’t do anything at the moment. So, he just tearfully complained and walked down to the accountants' center, where Galdino was stationed. Telling the waxman to slowly give Crocodile more of the superficial papers that don’t needs someone like Crocodile to go over, and when the shorter man stated that it would just make Crocodile angrier that might fall onto Buggy. The pissed-off clown just said then Crocodile gets more work to do, with a too-sweet smile. That was that Crocodile had his workload increase subtly, a new piece of paper added to the normal amount each day for the unreasonable man that was Sir Crocodile.
Coming back to the present, Buggy starts to complain and whine like a child. Tearfully stating that Sir Crocodile told him that he had only a few days to decide to deal with this. The clown cries that he spent so long on this, that he disregarded the need to sleep for this and it was so hard (Neither Buggy the Clown stressed over it and was done with the project a day later after that meeting, not that those two buffoons needed to know) Buggy couldn’t care less that was he was saying was lies anymore, it was better than flipping them off and bragging that he finished only a day after the original meeting dealing with it.
Buggy definitely knew that Crocodile and Mihawk would shoulder off more work onto Buggy, and that’s not something Buggy wanted to be crushed under. The blue-haired clown cries a bit more, thinking about the headline about himself dying because of work.
“This fudge is quite magnificent, I can taste the dark chocolate in them” Buggy jolts out of his dreary thoughts about a bad future, staring at the stoic swordsman with his teary waterpaint-colored eyes. Like a deer in the headlight, Buggy was frozen in place, his thoughts racing as he looked at Mihawk. Sniffingly a bit as he tries to understand if the praise was even true and not sarcastically mock one of the Emperors of the Sea.
The bluenette just mutters out a thank you and yes about the dark chocolate being in there as he grabs another one of his Orange Creamsicle Bar to eat.
Mihawk understands that even though he tries asking calmly, trying to make sure the clown doesn’t build up a wall. The clown still did so, which was unnerving for the man. Wanting to know all the ingredients of the recipe because he quite likes the fudge. Narrowing his molted gold-colored eyes, believing he needs to play his cards right. So the clown doesn’t go running away and never tell him, because sometimes no matter what they do to Buggy.
Their “chairman” wouldn’t open up about many things, so Mihawk needed to have a calm conversation to get that recipe for himself. The enigmatic man glances at his companion, warning the man not to say anything because Mihawk is sure Crocodile will just make things worse. With Buggy defensive, they wouldn’t get the answers they wanted. Luckily the mafia boss understood what Mihawk meant, leaning back with a huff of his cigar.
“Rayleigh likes fudge that way, he always said mixing milk chocolate and dark chocolate with unsweetened condensed milk is best” The former warlords sit in silence after what Buggy mumbled, the mood sours. Noise from outside the meeting room can be heard loud and clear, as Buggy turned around to look at the market board, looking over what he wrote.
“So, if we take this route over here, right there will make the Marines’ problem gone because—” His “lieutenants” listened to Buggy through his presentation, noting that Buggy was pointing out good reasons not to fight the Marines. It shows that Cross Guild had a better time than wasting their resources to fight the stupid Marines. Finding out that the Marines over there are being run by a young, ambitious general would want to be a promotion, so ignoring the dumbass would be for the best. Taking the time to make a new trading route, can make the Cross Guild gets new islands on their side, which is always welcome to Buggy.
All Cross Guild needs to do is find routes that aren’t treacherous to their ships, Buggy even stated that they could get some submarines to deliver cargo through bad routes. But Buggy states that was just an idea and they don’t need to act on it.
Soon enough the meeting was over, going past the normal time the meeting was supposed to go to. But Crocodile and Buggy poured over the maps together as Mihawk gave his advice from missionaries about the islands around the areas of the routes Buggy picked out as an idea for the new trading routes. Working together to pick out three routes, Crocodile sent Daz to send the papers of the routes to the scouts and navigation center.
Instead of going their separate way, the leaders sat back down on the furniture. The “chairman” sighs dramatically, stating the meeting took longer than it was supposed like it wasn’t common knowledge to Crocodile, who rolls his eyes when Mihawk asks if that was true. Not realizing that they spent way over 20 minutes longer, Buggy nodded his head with another dramatic sigh as Mihawk bites into another fudge bar.
“I must know the recipe that you used for that fudge, like I said, it was quite magnificent” The spiky-haired man props his arm on the green button-tufted sofa, looking lazyily at the blue-haired Yonko. The regal swordsman waits for the clown’s answer to his question. Buggy feels his face flush, hopefully praying that his makeup covers the pink up from the view of his enigmatic “lieutenants” He coughs a bit before boldly bragging about the fudge is called Hot Chocolate Fudge, all the indgreints and how to do it. Same when with the other treats he brought with him, the Peanut Butter Snowballs and the Orange Creamsicle Bars.
The two powerful former warlords learned more about their “chairman” in an hour than the couple of months they had been here. Now knowing that the clown has a notebook filled with recipes that don’t need the oven or stove to be made. How some of the recipes that Buggy had to revise so he could avoid burning down places or islands…
Crocodile couldn't help to laugh, as Buggy begrudgingly told them about times that Buggy accidentally burned places down because he had tried to do the most basic cooking and baking.
This didn't boat well as Buggy started yelling at the sandman. His face is tinted red now, nearing the same color as his red, round nose. But nobody dared to say anything about it, not wanting the clown to leave just yet. Mihawk watches the two people beside him bicker as Buggy recklessly comments that if Crocodile had a brain in his head instead of a desert, then he’d be able to actually understand why those precautions needed to be made.
The clown barely escaped a wack of the head, squeaking as he ran away. Hurrying out the door, saying he had many important things to do, and he couldn’t stay any longer with his melodramatic-ness. Bidding them a tearful goodbye as scurries out the door, leaving the two dark-haired “lieutenants” alone together. Crocodile sighed in annoyance, mumbling how he thought the clown wasn’t bad company, but then the bluenette had to ruin it. The giant man gets up and states that he has work to do, so he bids Mihawk goodbye as well.
Mihawk watches as Crocodile leaves, waiting a couple of minutes before pulling out another wine bottle from his hiding space from the underside of the sofa. Popping the cork off with ease, sets it down and pours himself a drink as he contemplates something.
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A month and some days later, in the personal tent of Buggy the Clown, at midday
“Can you fucking believe it!!!” A blue-haired clown damn near screams at the of his lungs, pouting as he continues to paint his friend’s nails. Alvida quirks an eyebrow in the way of her wanting Buggy to tell more of his frustrations, which the bluenette in record time. Her captain complains about a young Marine, who thought he could fucking ambush Buggy during the time when he went over to see what's going to in one of his terrains.
That foolish man was nothing but a stupid boy to think he could kill Buggy when Crocodile and Mihawk weren't with him. It turns out that that dumb Marine was the one who made the Dosor island’s communication dodgy and sent a need for Buggy to come by. Once Buggy and his followers dealt with those dummies, landing on the shores made the blue-haired Yonko realize the island didn't send out anything. It was all that stupid Marine,
Buggy wasn't amused by this, luckily the island started up a party in his honor, which made things a tad bit better for the Emperor of the Sea
“Dude that’s fucking crazy” The platinum blonde woman comments, stretching nearly off the couch, hanging upside down so she could get a small pillow that had dropped on the floor when Buggy was complaining about another thing earlier. The tanned-skin lady declares victory as she grasps the pillow and sits up with no problem as the black-haired woman agrees with her.
They continue to talk about things that annoy them while doing a self-care routine that is fit for a Girls’ Self-Care Day. Buggy pipes up at the fresh gossip going about himself that the girls heard. Buggy would only whine at this, not wanting to be labeled someone who can take on Garp in a fight, “Who even started that! Neguri… Alvida… I’m going to die from that dumbass ape before the year is up when that thing goes out to the public!” The bluenette cries out, dramatically posing on his living room couch like a damsel in distress before whining again, “That albatross will be spinning the story! Why has this happened to me!!!”
Alvida and Neguri share a glance, noting that it would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later. Both women sighs, thinking about how to bang into those followers’ heads, only to find out that Felix, Alexis, and Ziggy have already taken care of it. Telling them the reason why they shouldn’t be saying it because Buggy wouldn’t want to put them in trouble when Marines try knocking on the door for fights. Trying to limit the battles for their sake and not noting the other reason, for Buggy, who didn’t want to fight. Wanting to keep the bloodshed to the bare minimum, so that means Neguri and Alvida don’t have to clean the rumors up. Feeling very thankful for those three, Neguri whispers to the black-haired mace-wielder, that they should say thank you to them later on, and Alvida whispers back they should.
The mace-wielding lieutenant decided to start on her far too familiar rant and rave on about her days since the last time they had a girls’ night and it was too long (the last one was last Friday) ending it with "It absurd, you know," Alvida starts on Neguri’s nails, much how Buggy did her own. She scoffs with a tinge of annoyance as continues, "It's like these men on Kari Bari Island only call me pretty because they're afraid of what I might do if they don't.”
The bluenette and platinum blonde glances at each other while indifferently listening to the venting prattle on and on about these situations too many times to count, Buggy just says why it’s a bad thing? Making Alvida shoot a glare for interrupting her, Neguri does not want to deal with this fight again. Just starts with her own rant of something that happened a bit ago, but she really didn’t want to deal with that aftermath. The tanned girl sighed and cursed slightly saying that she forgot to tell them something, which was the fact there was this man from a couple of days ago when she was visiting a nearby island with one of the cargo groups, who was picking on this woman he was with during their time that she believes was a date.
That caught their attention.
Turning their heads, forgetting the soon-to-be argument to focus on what Neguri was about to say. So, with that problem averted, Negrui continues on about how Derek, one of the new recruits' sucker-punched the man after the man nearly smacked the lady. Turns out that the girl and the boy were in a relationship for some time, which wasn’t a good one. The new recruit continued to punch the fuck out of the man until she had to pull Derek off. Neguri felt really proud of the young man, Buggy agreed full-heartedly as Alvida states that she should have let Derek continue beating the shit out of that man.
Neguri wanted to continue, but the tarp of Buggy's living space was flipped open. All their heads turned to the person that was about to walk in, Buggy ticked off face morphed into surprise into slight fear and full-blown nervousness as the trio came face-to-face with Hawkeyes, who was standing there with his aloof expression, his hand still holding the colorful tarp. Buggy choked out a sentence, already scrambling up out of reflex when things got tricky, “Hawky! Didn't see you there… Well, I mean didn't hear you from the Looby Area… hahaha, I mea- never mind that! Hawky what are you doing here!”
Both girls could see that Buggy was basically sweating bullets. Fidgeting about, unable to stand still he frantically swayed side-to-side and twiddled his thumbs. Their captain looked like a total nervous wreck in front of the man, who just stared back at Buggy. His natural neutral face in all, not saying anything for so long that it became uncomfortable and awkward for Neguri and Alvida to deal with. Desperately wanting to escape from this ordeal by the means of the back doorway, what none of the trio expected is what Mihawk finally said.
“…Buggy, it seems you already have plans… I’ll come back later” Mihawk's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of disappointment and slight frustration danced behind his stone-cold gaze wasn’t unseen by the chairman. Alvida and Neguri widen their eyes at what Mihawk said, glancing at each other as the drama seems to be unfolding before their eyes.
“Wait Hawky! Why don’t you tell me what you want to do together?” The bluenette continues to pry the reasons for the stoic swordsman’s presence here, doing it as best he can to get Mihawk to talk. Holding the tarp up, so the man didn’t need to. Mihawk crossed his arms as his piercing yellow gaze locked eyes on Buggy’s waterpaint-colored ones.
Luckily for the clown, he didn’t need to gently pry the information from the gothic man, as Mihawk bluntly stated that Buggy was coming with him to the clown’s small kitchen area to cook and bake together. Prompting a stunned silence to fall over the room as the trio processed what the enigmatic swordsman, who was standing there like what he said wasn’t unnormal for Buggy and him to do. Both girls sit their mouth open in shock, staring at the back of their captain’s head, trying to if this was a normal occurrence for them to do.
“WHAT!?” Buggy all but screamed, his voice crackling with incredulity. After a few moments of processing the unexpected request, the clown attempted to politely inquire why Mihawk wanted to cook with him, only to receive the same statement in response. Alvida found herself blinking several times, rubbing her eyes as if trying to dispel the notion that she was in a dream-like state. The audacity of Mihawk's request bordered on sounding like an order, and it didn’t Alvdia that Neguri's annoyingly amused expression was directed at her, the mace-wielding lady felt a headache coming on this should-be peaceful day.
Before Buggy could utter a word, Neguri's mischievous demeanor took over.
“It’s okay captain, me and Alvida can go, so you can bake with Hawkeyes!” Buggy dramatically turned around to face the platinum blonde, stunned by Neguri's unexpected directive. The bluenette captain was going to make excuses the best he could so this baking situation would die from Mihawk’s mind. With a flicker of uncertainty, he glanced at Alvida, making a face of ‘Is she fucking serious' Then locking eyes with Negrui, who looks very pleased. The girl is definitely thinking that this wouldn’t end badly, which it’s going to do, how fan-fucking-tastic, Buggy sighs in defeat and turns back to Mihawk, who seemed as impassive as ever.
With Neguri saying that Buggy could go with the World’s Greatest Swordsman means that Buggy couldn’t invade the inevitable. If anything, Neguri made it easier to get this done with, ripping the bandage off quickly. Giving Mihawk a warm smile, Buggy agrees to make something in the kitchen, and what happened next shocked the trio once again.
Gently grabbing Buggy’s gloved hand, guiding him to his kitchen area as the eerie swordsman bluntly tells Alvida and Neguri to leave. This makes Alvida grow even more annoyed at the audacity of the gothic man, but that isn’t the case with Neguri. Whose expression looked over the moon, turning her head to the long-haired woman with her characteristic eyebrow wangle, that she does when something interesting happens.
Alvida rolled her eyes at the other girl’s face, frustration evident as she impulsively shoved a nearby pillow in Neguri's face. Instead of offense, Neguri bursts into laughter as she drags the black-haired woman up to leave Buggy with Mihawk in the kitchen. It took a couple of minutes to gather their stuff, their makeup, and self-care supplies for their girl’s afternoon.
As the girls tip-toed away, their curiosity was piqued by Mihawk’s request for Buggy to bake or cook something with him. So they couldn’t help, but steal a glance through the kitchen’s door. Buggy's high-pitched giggles filled the space when they cracked open the door a tad bit, contrasting sharply with Mihawk's composed demeanor. The bluenette’s enthusiasm was, of course, contagious because Mihawk seemed to be enjoying the moment. Buggy’s notebook of no-oven and no-stove treats is between them as they look over what they want to make.
Neguri wears her characteristic expression of bemusement, Alvida, sensing trouble because she was sure if they stayed a bit more, the platinum blonde would snap a pic of this. Not wanting to die by the world’s greatest swordsman, the woman grabs her friend's arm, pulling her away from the scene. Leaving Buggy and Mihawk to bake a tasted treat together.