HoND: MiraclesClopin! They said I couldnt play!More Like This
He fumbled with the vase he had been toting before those petite hands wrapped around his knees, and for a moment it looked as though Esmeraldas hard head was going to be the breaking ground for his latest find. At the last second, however, Clopin performed an admirable save and tried valiantly to shimmy his newest burden away from his leg. Who wont let you play, cheri?
Her snotty, drooly, six-year-old face was buried too deep in his leg for Clopin to distinguish the response, but judging by the way in which the boys were looking away and shuffling with their makeshift swords, he gathered the answer. He sighed and juggled the vase into one hand, scooping her off the dirt with the other. Theyre smelly boys Esme! Rotten garcons! You dont want to play with them, do you? Clopin hefted her weight a bit as he walked, and Esmeralda sniffled miserably into his shoulder
Whitebeard FamilyPerhaps it was because of his unending generosity, or perhaps it was his deep and personal understanding of the pain behind the word "loneliness" that propelled him, no one really knew. What could cause a drunken old recluse to suddenly open his vaults and his home to take in the lost souls?More Like This
The world marveled at the announcement as he emptied the mansion of the fragile and valuable treasures that once adorned its halls, filling it instead with chaos and dirt. To turn a grand estate into a home for boys who had been forgotten, abandoned, left behind.
Was it madness? Was it kindness?
There where days when even he himself was unsure. And on the nights, like this, where he turned down the drive to the total cacophony and chaos that was the smoke billowing from the east wing, he questioned his own sanity.
He knew what had happened before the first of the frantic staff reached his car. The fire bug, the crazy pyromaniac, the one who never knew the meaning of the words "still" or