WBM PrideMore Like This
"Is he awake?"
"Dunno. Have you tried peeling his eyes open yet?"
"What! That's how I always check!"
"Guys- what's the hold up?"
Firefist blinked himself into awareness, momentarily forgetting where he'd fallen asleep.
"What are you doing here, Jozu?" the second division commander inquired dreamily, not bothering to sit upright until he was convinced the stern face staring down at him from so far above was, in fact, Jozu's and not some figment of a day dream spun on the raft.
"What are you doing here, bro? We've got work to do?"
"Oh," Ace smiled slowly and amiably, resettling himself on the arms crossed behind his head, "I see."
The brim of his hat nearly touched his nose as the infamous headgear was relocated by his arm pillow. In the shadow of the brim, his barely open eyes scanned the expanse of cloud-splotched blue surrounding Jozu only to be pleasantly surprised by two other familiar faces.
"Oh, hey, Izou! Haruta. What's u-"
The end of Ace's sentence was to pe
Drunk [Reader x Ace]"YOSH! PARTY!" yelled Thatch.More Like This
"We just parti--," started Marco, but got interrupted by a flying chair.
"There's no such thing as too much partying, Marco-kun!" you laughed.
"Don't call me Marco-kun!" he growled.
"Marco-chan~," teased Ace.
Marco and Ace growled at each other. You laughed at them and downed your drink.
Half the crew was on the floor, passed out and drunk as ever. The other half was struggling to stay awake. You were pretty sure you were the only sober one on the ship. You cringed as Thatch rolled over in his sleep, knocking over a bottle of sake causing it to spill on the table.
You stood up to go to bed and you heard stumbling footsteps behind you. You turned around and a body fell on you in a drunken mess. You yelped a little as you fell onto the floor. You groaned in pain as your back hit the ground and the heavy body kept you anchored.
"Oi, dipshit, get off," you snarled.
The body shifted and slowly lifted itself off of you. You saw that it was Ace,
Zoro LimerickMore Like This
There once was a man with the build of a bear
He would always be sleeping, no matter where
Three swords in his possession
And no sense of direction
But let us not forget, that stupid green hair