Boots
Characters: Penguin, Shachi. Rating: K. Warnings: None
"If I trip over one more of your boots, I'm throwing them all away."
Penguin would like to say he didn't mean it, but he absolutely did. Law might give him an earful about ship safety and how Shachi needed to wear boots at all times, but there was ridiculous and then there was this.
There he was, responsibly making sure his stuff was always neatly away, out from underneath tired feet because not only was Shachi often as tired as he was, he was also partially blind and no matter how good his observation haki was, it wasn't something Penguin was going to trust when the ginger was exhausted and in the apparent safety of his own room.
It was not a favour Shachi returned. Somehow, the idiot managed to never trip over his own, strewn-about, belongings, despite the aforementioned partial blindness, but while Penguin's sight was perfectly fine, somehow there was always something in his way.
Usually a boot.
Shachi pouted at him. Penguin didn't relent, bending down and scooping the offending boot that had tried to get him sprawling on the floor up.
"You wouldn't." Shachi sounded confident about that. "Law would kill you." He wasn't wrong, but Penguin could take the hits.
"I'll survive."
"No you won't," Shachi retorted, as though he honestly thought Law would do more than glower and make him buy new ones. "This is your fault, by the way."
What?
"My fault?" he demanded. "How am I the reason your boots are all over the place?"
Shachi, beloved best friend, brother in all but blood and the most infuriating guy in the world sometimes, shrugged.
"Dunno. You just are."
Forget the boots. Penguin was just going to kill Shachi. Law wouldn't blame him, he was sure.
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Tsari