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]

[just because Smoker told him to go back to sleep Ace will drag himself to the beach and flop on Smoker's back...though is made even drowsier by coming into contact with the jitte. Oops. He'll gnaw on Smoker's head too.

...Though they haven't really seen each other since the handcuff thing. Oops]

I am getting too much use out of this icon :|

[justicereigns]

[alkajwroaijtOAIsdalskjdas]

DON'T DO THAT!

[Doesn't punch... just bonks Ace hard.]

[wheres_the_meat]

[Don't worry, Smoker. You don't have to think alone.


That might not be a good thing considering who is there with you. In the tree near the beach, with a couple puppies, familiar puppies if Smoker looked closely, lying around the base. Though it's more telling with a hand stretching out to wiggle its way towards one of the smores, hot-potatoing the delicious snack back to the branches.]


[Well It's not like Luffy has a place to stay. And smores are delicious, especially when sleepy.]

[soru]

Excuse me.

[ that? that's a voice in the night, preceding the quiet shuffle of sand underfoot. that is a concerned voice of a concerned citizen, edged with the wariness of someone who knows all too well the sorts of people that hang out on beaches at 4 am in the goddamn morning. ]

Is everything all right? This is an odd hour to be out and about.

[ looks like he hasn't recognized the beach bum just yet. small wonders. ]

[justicereigns]

[Stabs the hand with his jitte.]

[He loves you too.]

[Really.]

oops :|

[orangeoutlaw]

[flops off onto the sand, wraps his arms around Smoker's leg and chews on his pants then]

mnnegjfugl tsa

1/2

[justicereigns]

[alksjdalskjdalskjd]

[Coby gdi.]

[GO TO BED COBY.]

[YOU SHOULD NOT BE AWAKE AND BUGGING HIM AT THIS HOUR.]

[Even if that is TECHNICALLY vice versa.]

[Maybe ESPECIALLY because it's vice versa!]

2/2

[justicereigns]

Go to bed, Coby. [Using his name because screw it, he has a migraine and no one understands how hard it is to sleep with one god.]

[Also because apparently not being able to catch pirates for REAL is driving him insane.]

[Oops.]

[wheres_the_meat]

[Ow. Have the hand and the rest of the body as he's slingshotted out of the tree. Seastone sucks.]

Pffht...hey! What was that for?

XD

[justicereigns]

What?

[Takes his jitte off and sticks it in the sand.]

[justicereigns]

[>:D]

[HE FEELS BETTER ALREADY.]

[TURNS OUT THE CURE TO MIGRAINES?]

[SMACKING PIRATES.]

[Oh wait, he knew this once upon a time.]

If you want one, get down here and earn it.

[orangeoutlaw]

mflishlyn ufun naf?

[chew chew. hugs Smoker's leg. Knees him in the small of the back as he curls up a little closer now the jitte is gone]

[justicereigns]

[asldkjaslkdjaslkdj]

[He has no idea how to handle this.]

[And would kick his past self that woke Ace up apparently.]

What?

[He needs to stop blushing. Stop blushing AND being migrainey. It is unpleasant.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[nope. He's getting sand in his ear. He rests his head on Smoker's leg and yawns again]

feel better now

[justicereigns]

No.

[You are like a puppy. No wonder you released all hundreds of them.]

[And don't take his headpats as anything more than simple acknowledgement that you're there.]

[Because that is all they are.]

[Seriously.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Mmh. [brushes Smoker's hand away] That's harder than finding the one piece...

[noses his leg a bit until he finds a good spot to settle his cheek]

[soru]

[ oh, it's you.

the urge to snap to attention is strong, almost overwhelmingly so, but smoker's use of his name is just enough to curb it. ]

Unlikely. What brings you all the way out here?

[justicereigns]

[Grins.]

Not that much harder. [Pets Ace anyway, you can't stop him stupid. You're on his leg.]

[justicereigns]

Migraine headache.

Too many possible causes to narrow it down.

[Sure as hell not homesick though.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[takes his hand and traps it under his cheek] Is. Asshole. So weird.

[justicereigns]

What's weird about me, brat?

[soru]

[ well at least one of us isn't ]

I've heard some sailors turn to drink to alleviate that kind of ailment.

[ approaching, eyeing the little radio and s'mores. ah, yes. the fearsome white hunter, ladies and gents ]

Naturally, I have to advice against that.

[justicereigns]

[Arches an eyebrow.]

I already tried that.

[orangeoutlaw]

...[what is weird? He blinks up at him...

then sits up...]

Ah...I forgot I didn't want to see you...

[it's too much effort to move though so he just flops on his face in the sand]

Ah well. That's fine. I forgot forgot I was worried. [looks back at him]

Are you okay, Taisa?

1/3

[justicereigns]

What?

What?

Why--

What?

[YOU ARE THE WORST CURE FOR A HEADACHE. THE WORST.]

[You MAKE his head hurt.]

[And it's already throbbing. SHOO PIRATE.]