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

[unhappy]

I'll drink with whoever I feel like but I don't go home with anyone except Mercury, and we're not like that either.

[ She shrugs, then grins a little. ]

Though people who are worried about their health shouldn't be at bars until 4am anyway.

[justicereigns]

True enough.

Who's Mercury, a cat?

[He might be kidding.]

[Almost definitely is.]

[unhappy]

My partner. He's a guy with gray hair, muscles, and sarcasm.

[justicereigns]

Gee, that sounds ironically familiar.

[As long as he doesn't smoke two cigars at a time. That's Smoker's thing.]

So he keeps you safe late?

But...

[Slight frown.]

[It's not that he's worried or anything... but...] He's not here now.

[unhappy]

[ that's why she described him that way. ]

I'm the only person I need to stay safe.

[ she reaches behind her and unholsters what looks like a pair of revolvers, though they look strange. ]

They're not decorative.

[justicereigns]

[Grins and checks them out approvingly.] Oh good.

My brother in arms was a sharpshooter. Mah, well, still is. But not with the marines anymore.

[unhappy]

Good for him.

[ She puts them away for now. They're not just guns- they're sickles and kusarigama as well, but she's not about to go showing her cards. She does seem to be okay with staying for a bit though, even taking off her shoes so she can dig her toes into the sand. It isn't as if Mercury is going to worry if she isn't home before he wakes up, and she likes the sand. Even if she spent most of her life living in it, it still reminds her of where she came from. ]

[justicereigns]

[Watches her go. Dat ass.]

See ya around.

Or I probably won't. [Since she didn't seem inclined.]

[unhappy]

You may not want to.

[ She isn't going to say whether or not she will. She might even bother him just for fun sometimes, but he'll probably eventually figure out that the way she acts isn't personal. There's only one person she's nice to and only one person she'll follow, and that person isn't here. It explains a lot why there's only one person who actually likes her even if he won't admit it any more than she will. But for now, she at least waves with the hand that isn't holding her shoes while she walks through the sand with ease, not slowing down for the strange footing at all. ]

[justicereigns]

I'd rather decide that for myself.

[Because enemies or not, Smoker has a bad habit of liking the worst kinds. See also: G-5, Barty, Portgas, Straw Hat, etc.]