Day 8: Unwanted Gift; Rosinante & Sengoku & Garp

For real though, don't be Garp.

Sengoku opened the door to his apartment, the wreath from Tsuru sending a wave of pine and juniper into the entryway after him. He shook snow out of his hair, carefully hanging up his jacket. Another long day at the office, pirates seemed to particularly enjoy wreaking havoc during the long winter months.

He pulled his boots off, shoulders loosening, the quiet of being home allowing him a moment of peace. His fingers stopped mid shoe removal. Why was it so quiet? It hadn't been this quiet since before he'd taken in Rosinante… His shoulders tensed back up.

BLEAT!

The silence was broken, Sengoku's highly trained senses zooming towards the most definitely animal-like noise. A guffaw came just a few seconds after, and Sengoku cringed. He knew that laugh. It haunted his dreams, followed him across oceans, destroyed paperwork in his office…

Garp.

Moving faster than the wind, Sengoku appeared in the entrance to the living room, one shoe still on. Three faces turned to look at him, surrounded by disaster. Wrapping paper scraps covered the floor, ornaments scattered everywhere. The papers on the coffee table were crunched up and…torn?! Books from the bottom shelf were pulled out haphazardly, open and pages yanked out.

Garp grinned at him from the floor, a piece of tape stuck to his beard. Rosinante sat next to him, straw in his hair. And there, in front of a small basket, straw covering the floor, was the third face.

A baby goat, red ribbon tied around its neck. It blinked its little eyes at him and let out a squeak of a bleat.

"Senny! You're back, thought you'd be holed up in the office forever! BAHAHA!" Garp scratched the back of his head. Sengoku felt a warm pressure, a whistling in his ears. He was going to murder Garp. Yes. It would finally happen and Tsuru wasn't here to stop him!

"You… brought a goat," were the words that came out, strangled from his throat. How was he supposed to take care of a goat?! He didn't even have a yard! And with his hours?! Goats were messy, they ate everything, and made noise at all hours and-

He tackled Garp, the stupid asshole laughing and choking!

"C-can we keep her?" came a small voice. Rosinante's voice. Tremulous and hopeful. Sengoku looked away from Garp's irritating mug and at the boy. The goat was in his arms, tiny tail wiggling back and forth. But there, on Rosinante's little face, was hope. Such a fragile smile under his blonde bangs.

With a sigh, he released Garp, pretending not to see the smug smile on his face.

"Yes, Rosinante, we can keep her."

Notes:

I think a lot about Sengoku and his goat.