Alright, you all might be wanting to know how the heck Bon Clay had managed to touch Mihawk's face. Well, it's a long story...
...that I ain't gonna tell ya. Maybe some other time. A subplot in the far far future.
Oh, okay okay. Your passionate demands have persuaded me. No need to get all bitchy, jeez...
"You see," Mr. 2 started, "I'd always wanted to meet the man. Heard he had great fashion sense, a nice hat, and a great ballet dancer to boot! Turns out that last one was just a rumor." His face seemed to wilt a bit. "Too bad, he has the legs for it."
"Just get on with the story," Sanji muttered while preparing biscuits to go with the tea they were all drinking in the ship's kitchen. Zoro appeared to have developed a chronic twitch around his right eye.
Bon Clay sniffed. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...It turned out that we have the same hair stylist. An absolute hair genius with Kami Kami fruit powers. The things he can do with hair! So, Mihawk's sharp goatee-thing needs constant maintenance(or so I've heard). Seems that even though he can swing that huge sword with ease, he has the hardest time with a razor. Go figure."
Nami rolled her eyes. Ussop pretended to gag. Sanji looked interested and said, "Ya know, it really is hard to get the perfect combination of ruggedness and good hygiene. What was this guy's name again?"
The okama looked happy to be asked a question, even if it was from the man that had defeated him a while back. But hey! Hair questions are important! "Well," he said, "you can find him on Style Island. Martaine's Beauty Salon."
"Style Island? Never heard of it," Nami scoffed. Zoro was still looking a little queasy.
Bon Clay, however, looked scandalized. "Never heard of it!? What kind of pirates ARE you?"
"Straight ones," Ussop muttered to Chopper, who snorted his tea. Then looked quickly at Luffy and Zoro. "Whoops..." Ussop remembered.
"Hurry it up already!" Sanji barked. He wanted this weirdo off his boat. Too many mouths to feed already.
Mr. 2 huffed. "So basically, I took Martaine's appearance to trim Mihawk's facial hair, and voila! Easy to touch his face." The rest murmured niceties like "good plan" and "wish I'd thought of that" while holding cups of steaming chamomile tea.
Luffy quickly lifted his head and looked accusingly at Bon Clay. "Hey wait! Wasn't I gonna kick your ass?"
Everyone suddenly stood up, pushing their chairs back, and made for Mr. 2. "Well it was nice seeing you again..." "Really should catch up some more but, you know..." "We've got some important business to attend to so..." "Don't be a stranger!" they said while ushering the okama out the door and onto the little raft. Nico Robin pushed it off with her extra hands, and Mr. 2 was floating away shouting something that sounded vaguely like, "Zoro! I want to have your children!" but was more than likely obscured by the noises of the nearby giant blowfish deflating.
The crew let out a collective "Wheeeeeew..." then glanced at Luffy who was scratching his head adorably. "So that wasn't Mihawk?"
...that I ain't gonna tell ya. Maybe some other time. A subplot in the far far future.
Oh, okay okay. Your passionate demands have persuaded me. No need to get all bitchy, jeez...
"You see," Mr. 2 started, "I'd always wanted to meet the man. Heard he had great fashion sense, a nice hat, and a great ballet dancer to boot! Turns out that last one was just a rumor." His face seemed to wilt a bit. "Too bad, he has the legs for it."
"Just get on with the story," Sanji muttered while preparing biscuits to go with the tea they were all drinking in the ship's kitchen. Zoro appeared to have developed a chronic twitch around his right eye.
Bon Clay sniffed. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...It turned out that we have the same hair stylist. An absolute hair genius with Kami Kami fruit powers. The things he can do with hair! So, Mihawk's sharp goatee-thing needs constant maintenance(or so I've heard). Seems that even though he can swing that huge sword with ease, he has the hardest time with a razor. Go figure."
Nami rolled her eyes. Ussop pretended to gag. Sanji looked interested and said, "Ya know, it really is hard to get the perfect combination of ruggedness and good hygiene. What was this guy's name again?"
The okama looked happy to be asked a question, even if it was from the man that had defeated him a while back. But hey! Hair questions are important! "Well," he said, "you can find him on Style Island. Martaine's Beauty Salon."
"Style Island? Never heard of it," Nami scoffed. Zoro was still looking a little queasy.
Bon Clay, however, looked scandalized. "Never heard of it!? What kind of pirates ARE you?"
"Straight ones," Ussop muttered to Chopper, who snorted his tea. Then looked quickly at Luffy and Zoro. "Whoops..." Ussop remembered.
"Hurry it up already!" Sanji barked. He wanted this weirdo off his boat. Too many mouths to feed already.
Mr. 2 huffed. "So basically, I took Martaine's appearance to trim Mihawk's facial hair, and voila! Easy to touch his face." The rest murmured niceties like "good plan" and "wish I'd thought of that" while holding cups of steaming chamomile tea.
Luffy quickly lifted his head and looked accusingly at Bon Clay. "Hey wait! Wasn't I gonna kick your ass?"
Everyone suddenly stood up, pushing their chairs back, and made for Mr. 2. "Well it was nice seeing you again..." "Really should catch up some more but, you know..." "We've got some important business to attend to so..." "Don't be a stranger!" they said while ushering the okama out the door and onto the little raft. Nico Robin pushed it off with her extra hands, and Mr. 2 was floating away shouting something that sounded vaguely like, "Zoro! I want to have your children!" but was more than likely obscured by the noises of the nearby giant blowfish deflating.
The crew let out a collective "Wheeeeeew..." then glanced at Luffy who was scratching his head adorably. "So that wasn't Mihawk?"