Shoutout to boogey56 for indulging me in asking me to write about my favorite lemon man. Sorry this is so short, but I don't have enough drabbles for this series for a drabble dump yet.
Also I don't know what I'm doing with that title. There's no real point for it. I just liked the way it sounded.
It was probably due to the alcohol, but Tachihara was finally feeling brave enough to ask a question that had been bothering him for quite some time.
"Hey… Kajii…" he mumbled, nudging the equally intoxicated bomber's shoulder. "I wanna… ask you… somethin'."
The other man hiccupped.
The redhead took it as license to continue. "Ev'ry one of you… ability peoples… have a special ability."
"Uh huh," Motojirou agreed, nodding enthusiastically.
"And… and yours is to… be uninjured by… lemon shaped… bombs."
"Uh huh," he agreed again.
"Tha's… tha's a really weird ability!" He let out a snort, while laughing. "How did you… how did you even find out you had it?"
The chatter around them died off, the rest of the Port Mafia members present in the bar suddenly tuning into this conversation with great interest.
The mad scientist/bomber was silent for a long moment. Then he let out a laugh from deep in his gut. "Cause I accident'ly blew myself up with a lemon shaped bomb!"
Tachihara honestly didn't know what he had expected. "But why lemon shaped?" he pressed, unwilling to let this go.
"Spindles on lemons are king!" Motojirou shouted, suddenly hopping onto his barstool, and then slamming a foot onto the bar counter.
But before he could begin lecturing with gusto about the beauty of lemons, his leg shot out beneath him and he toppled off the bar - having forgotten that the barstool was on a swivel - thereby curtailing any further explanation about the discovery of his ability.
Probably for the better, all told.
I... I really need this question answered you guys. I really, really need to know.
