Migraines and things

[justicereigns]

Who: Smoker & anyone for any reason
Where: Fayren shore
What: Mr. Grumpypants marine has a migraine headache.
When: July 27th at like nearly 4 am.

[Leaving a small note, a pot of coffee sans one travel mug worth, and a pot of ramen soup sans one thermos worth, Smoker isn't completely sure that it'll be enough, but probably better than alerting any general populous that he's not there, even if he did set a couple of metaphorical watchdogs to keep an eye on things.]

[He takes along a small pocket radio, half curious if it'll even work in Fayren, and heads out to the beach.]

[For a breath of fresh air.]

[And to eat his ramen.]

[And think.]

[And overthink.]

[And over think everything ever.]

[As he does.]

[And to try to deal with a migraine headache that won't let him sleep.]

[But if he can't sleep? Neither can you.]

[Which is why he's sitting on the shore, trying to fiddle with the radio player.]

[And maybe toast marshmallows for s'mores.]

[Or roast fish he caught.]

[AND stack rocks.]

[And make a small sand castle you literally won't see until you crush it oops. That's okay, he didn't like it anyway.]

[But at least he'll get to greet the sunrise.]

[He hates sunrises =\]

Comments

[orangeoutlaw]

[grins at his laugh but then his smile fades a little]

Yeah, I know. [prods the fire and coaxes a little flame to dance on his finger]

It's just the way it is.

[justicereigns]

[Head tilt.]

[Wraps the flames up in smoke out of reflex.]

What the restlessness or...?

[He can't follow Ace's logic, and he's too migrainey to care.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Nah... [it's not worth explaining. He adds fuel to the flame so the smoke can't suffocate it]

So how do you make good coffee?

[justicereigns]

[Adds more smoke just to prove he can >:|]

Three cups sugar, one cup milk, four parts freckles, a sprinkle of nutmeg and cinnamon --

And then throw all that out, because it's wrong.

You just make it hot and fresh and blacker than a pirate's heart. [Pokes Ace's temple.] I'll have to show you in person, so don't think you can surprise me with it. Besides, I don't like surprises.

They give me headaches. [IS HE KIDDING? IS HE SERIOUS? WHO CAN SAY.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[he is silent for a bit, keeping the flame going inspite of it. Throw it out, huh? well that's fine.]

Why do you drink it then?

[justicereigns]

I like coffee.

[orangeoutlaw]

Masochist. [pinches Smoker's cheek.]

[justicereigns]

The hell I am.

[Lightly pushes away!]

[Then again....]

[He is out at 4 am, talking to a pirate...]

[So....]

[Maybe probably?]

I'm a sadist.

Remember? Cuffs and jitte?

[... Then again =\]

[orangeoutlaw]

What's that one? [he's heard the first] Is that like a Marine thing?

[justicereigns]

Yeah probably. Except not your Gramps. I think. I'm not sure...

Whatever. I really don't want to think hard on it.

It's the other side of masochism. Masochists enjoy pain. Sadists like to give it.

It goes bondage-dominance-sado/subservience-masochism.

I'm not into taking orders, and I don't like being tied up. [The real reason he and Hina can never work.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[he's just going to erase his memory of jiijii even entering into the conversation. He considers this for a while]

That fits. Found a girl into it?

1/3

[justicereigns]

[JUST LOOKS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED FOR A MOMENT.]

2/3

[justicereigns]

No.

[Grunts.]

[Focuses on his cigars.]

3/4 I was wrong

[justicereigns]

I don't--

Even if a girl wasn't the sadist type herself...

I wouldn't feel even close to safe to--

You weren't supposed to take it seriously. [Face palm.]

4/4

[justicereigns]

There's a lot of trust that goes into that sort of thing, and aside from the fact that I don't trust that easily, I wouldn't want a girl to trust me that easily. Never mind how much I'd trust myself.

That's like...

[Eyeroll.] You burning someone during sex. You have to have more control than that.

[orangeoutlaw]

[why wouldn't he take it seriously? Well it's just another thing he doesn't get about Smoker]

I guess you'd want to go all out with that kind of thing. [he puts the little flame back on the fire and chugs the rest of the ramen soup] Guess you're pretty hardcore.

But you can do it normal too right?

1/2

[justicereigns]

Portgas....

[What is this line of questioning.]

[Stop taking it seriously.]

[Oh his gosh, you took the coffee joke seriously too, didn't you?]

Yes. But--

2/2

[justicereigns]

[Lightly whaps Ace upside the head.]

I'm not actually a sadist. [WELL HE CAN BE BUT THAT WOULD REQUIRE SOME SPECIFIC CIRCUMSTANCES AND HE IS GETTING WORRIED ACE WILL TRY TO SET HIM UP WITH MASOCHISTS OR DOMINATRIXES OR WHATEVER OTHER CRAZY THING GETS INTO THAT D-SKULL AND HE IS HAVING VAGUE GARP FLASHBACKS...]

And what is with this line of questioning? Don't you have your own sex life to amuse yourself with?

[orangeoutlaw]

[rolls his eyes and flops back into the sand with his hat over his face] You started it. [or he was fairly sure anyway]

I told you I'm not going to do that kind of thing. A million times. Listen for once.

[justicereigns]

No, you said dating.

And frankly, that's kind of why I was offended that you thought I would hurt a girl like that. You won't even let them get anywhere near that close to you, but you expect that it's fine for me? Give me a break.

[orangeoutlaw]

It's the same thing, isn't it? [more or less] And if a girl likes it that's fine isn't it? [he doesn't get it at all] You're good with them anyway you said so ...of course it's fine for girls to be with you...

[he doesn't get this conversation at all]

You're really weird, Taisa.

[justicereigns]

Either my head is throbbing too much, or you're too sleepy for this conversation.

One or the other.

[Or both. Because Smoker doesn't get this conversation either. Why does it always end up like this?]

I'm not ruling myself out of dating. Or sex. And girls say they like things they don't just to try to make guys happy. Isn't that why you're-- [He doesn't finish that thought.]

Wait. No I don't get this either. Why are you--

[Drags a palm down his face.]

You're not going to understand me by asking misleading questions. This isn't the real me, Portgas. It's just shades of grey. [Waves a hand and makes a small cloud to cover Ace's head in, before poofing it off towards the ocean.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[he wasn't saying any of that. Or at least not the way Smoker thought he said it. Maybe he was right. One or the other of them was missing everything completely]

I know the important things. [waves his hand] But I wasn't trying to mislead I just-- don't get it. I don't get you. But it is what it is, I guess.

[he envies people who can speak so easily with Smoker like it's nothing-- and understand him too. He wishes he could.]

[justicereigns]

No.

I meant you were misleading yourself.

You're going off on random trails in the woods thinking that because you're a trailblazer, you're doing something. But all you're doing is getting us both lost.

What do you really want to know?

[orangeoutlaw]

I ... what?

I don't want to know anything, I was just talking.

Ahhh forget it!

[he puts his hat on and rolls to his feet]

This is impossible.