B's Note -
THERE IS GOING TO BE HEAVILY IMPLIED CANNIBALISM IN ALL ( OR MOST OF) THESE DRABBLES.
Another AU for One Piece carried over from my Robin blog, as with BadSun, all plots of these writings have been talked with my writing partner. If this isn't your cup of tea, that is quite fine and please move along!
"Cut the shit, " Bartolomeo sleepily listened to his partner on the phone. Issues between her and the boss again, or well the Boss' right hand. She may have been in the room across the hall, but when base pissed her off, everyone could hear. Though her voice was suddenly muffled, so he closed his eyes to go back to sleep.
This happened every Sunday it seemed, he wasn't overly fond of when she was mad. Pushing himself up from his comfortable place, Barto got out of bed and shuffled to the door. Half awake, he dragged one of his hands along the wall as he made his way to the kitchen. Fridge. He hissed at the cold tile, but opened the refrigerator and pulled out one of the plastic container. Opening the plastic box, he pulled out two baked and seasoned digits. A pinky for him and a ring finger for his doll, grabbing a small plate he put the fingers onto the dish. Sealing the container and putting it away, Barto shut the fridge.
Plate in hand, he shuffled back down the hallway and went into her study. She was still shouting into the phone, but he took it from him. "Oi, shut the fuck up. It's Sunday, we're not doin' shit." Robin stared at him, with a look of mild anger, but the cannibal ignored it. Instead he hung up the phone, grabbed her hand with his free one and tugged her to the door. She stumbled a step before letting him pull her back to bed, neither of them really dressed for the day. Slightly baggy lounge pants on him, and she was still in her lace lingerie set.
"Do you realize who I was talkin-"
He cut her off, holding the ring finger out for her. "Shaddap, it's Sunday, doll. You shouldn't have gotten out of bed. Eat." Barto didn't let her take it, no that cheeky asshole held it between his teeth. Robin knew what he was up to, yet she played along. Most people, more so teenagers played this game with chocolate sticks. Not this pair, they played it with human fingers that he brought home.
He won, the first one anyway but she made sure to not hesitate with the smaller finger. They didn't kiss without playing this game or over a shared heart. It just wasn't something of importance to them, instead they shared quiet Sunday afternoons sleeping all day and going out for late night snacks. The kiss tasted of the seasoning mixed with a hint of blood. He pulled her against him, after moving the plate off of the bed and onto the nightstand. Feeling his face against her neck, Robin sighed, there was no way out of his grip. A small gasp escaped her lips as he fell back on to the bed, laughing at the noise she made.
"No more phone calls today." He huffed, causing Robin to laugh. She hummed in agreement, "One condition though. We go out for hearts tonight." The cannibal gave her a smirk, "Ya gotta deal, doll." He answered as she wrapped her arms around his neck.