They blink owlishly at him, unbelieving that he takes their suggestion. More unbelieving that he asks for more. He is serious, judging by the flat look he gives on his face. Shachi starts to sneer and stands next to their captaing, playfully jutting him in the side with an elbow.
" See sencho? We knew it would work. We care about you too much to uselessly dredge up your past."
He merely pushes the red head aside, but his grateful for the words. Penguin hands him some from from his draw and the captain disappears into his quaters.
Bepo does not hear the angry squeal of a chair.
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Thoughts of a Dragon
But does he have any?
Does he actually do it?
Think
About the people his decisions will affect
Probably not
He only cares about himself after all
Even his own sick twisted version of a family is simply a plaything to him
I can't help but wonder though, on the days that he sits on the quiet rooftops of his false empire...
...Does everything come washing back at once?
Does he actually do it?
Think
About the people his decisions had affected
His father
His brother
...Me
The answer? I don't know
But I know he knows
...I don't think I want to know anymore
-Trafalgar. D. Water. Law
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He frowns at this one but keeps it anyway. It was his heart on that paper after all. No one else should be allowed to read it. This time, he doesn't bother asking for more. He goes into the storage room and pulls the last pack from the box. There wasn't anyone on his crew that needed this much paper any time soon.
Penguin goes into the storage room, looking for paper. He frowns as there is none left. Oh well. He shrugs and turns around. There'd buy more at their next stop.