An Unwilling Attraction to the Unsuspecting:

The Kid Pirates had been at sea now for two days. The crew had devised a spying schedule to better observe the Professor, ensuring less people were exhausted in the morning. She was interesting to watch, but most of the pirates felt that this was really unnecessary. Jam invented stuff. Exactly what, they didn't know, but she had yet to do anything to anyone. And some of the things she made turned out to be medicine for Quincy and Pomp to use.

"She's been sketching out something for ages. Looks like a metal box with buttons. What do you suppose it does?" Compo asked, squinting at the Den-Den Mushi image.

His other two companions only shrugged. Compo, Mosh, and Emma were on spy duty tonight sitting together in the lounge.

"This is boring. I don't want to watch a nerd make junk. I don't even like watching the Captain build robots. The only good parts are when she backs that thang up," Emma grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest. Waste of my time. It's been days and all she's done is make medicine like the Captain asked, set up her space properly, and work on weird doohickey's.

Mosh snorted. "Yer such a perv."

The woman donned a lecherous grin. "You say that like it's a bad thing. And anyway, it's not like I'm the only one. Boss's eyes are glued to it."

"We shouldn't talk about that. Boss wouldn't appreciate it," Compo said seriously.

"Yeah yeah." Suddenly her eyes lit up, a devious thought entering her mind. "You know I don't think the little gremlin even notices how hard his eyes follow her. Every time she comes out to eat, his eyes stray over to where she is. Only time he glances away is when he thinks Killer is watching," the woman sang out, enjoying the gossip.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," replied Mosh, rolling his eyes.

"The hell it ain't! He dropped food yesterday when she was giggling with Dive over something. Don't know how he missed that big ass mouth of his but he managed. And don't get me started on Hip."

"She's being moody again?"

Emma dramatically threw her head back. "IT'S AWFUL! She complains morning, noon, and night. Her and Joplin. I've done told them both that when Kid wants something he goes all out to get it. If he desired either of them, he'd have already done something about it."

"Didn't they you know…" Compo asked, making rude gestures with his hands, blushing as he did so.

The slender woman giggled. "Oh, they fucked once, years ago when Kid was in a bad place after Victoria died. Hip comes from the same island as Kid and bears a remarkable resemblance to Victoria. Bitch even keeps her hair short in the same hairstyle as Vicky had. It's a tad bit creepy, honestly."

The two men turned to her, intrigued by her story. Sighing, she continued, "It was the first year anniversary of her death and Hip was babying boss while he was drinking like a fish. We all know how emotional the big lug gets when he drinks. Of course they fucked. He even accidently called her Vicky during the deed! But hell, she put herself in that position. After that Kid felt weird I guess and told her to pretend the whole fiasco never happened."

Mosh whistled, "That's rough." Hip's really pretty; can't believe Kid just turns her down like that.

Emma sucked in her teeth. "Don't feel bad for her. Hip does it to herself. It's not like she was taken advantage of. Kid was the one drunk."

"You'd think looking like Victoria would make Kid want her," Compo added.

Emma wagged her finger in the muscular man's face. "But that's the thing. Hip may look like Vicky but their personalities are completely different. It's why it doesn't work. Plus I think the boss wanted to move on and not dwell on the past. He can't be with someone who reminds him of a dead girl."

"Hmm. What a screwy situation. So Hip moans about Jam then?"

"Uh-huh. Her and Joplin. Neither have spoken a single word to the Professor. And when Kid so much as glances her way, those two glare daggers at the woman. It's hilarious," she giggled.

"But I don't believe Jam even pays attention to the boss," said Compo.

"Nope, which makes him stare even harder. What's that saying 'You want what you can't have.' I swear its making everyone involved bonkers."

"Kid barely knows the Professor. Shit no one even knows what she looks like and she's not even close to his usual type. Wonder what's caught his eye?"

"Aside from her rear end, boss has always been attracted to strength. That little midget is dangerous. And demented. Hip and Joplin can both be cruel but their level of evil pales in comparison to what we know the Professor's capable of. Kid's just always been the type to play with fire," the blonde woman shrugged, knowing her boss well.

Meanwhile the scientist finished her design and sighed, eager to sleep after such a long day. I was only going to get to this later when that oaf asked but when House informed me that the first thing to go was the hot water when the power ran out, I put my bio-fuel adaptor on top priority. The fuck if we're running out of power ever. The small woman stretched and yawned, heading to her bedroom.

"Huh it looks like she's done for the evening," said Mosh.

"Finally I'm beat and my bed's a calling. Night ya scrubs," Emma saluted her friends and hightailed it to the woman's quarters.

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The next morning the Professor gathered her notes and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. She ate quickly and waited for her captain to enter, planning on cornering him while he was preoccupied wolfing down his food. He has the table manners of a wild boar.

The tall redhead rushed in ten minutes later, making a beeline for his chair which already had a several plates and a steaming mug of coffee ready. Licking his lips, Kid dove into his breakfast, shoveling food down like his life depended on it. As a rule it was a bad idea to disturb the monstrous man whilst he ate especially while he consumed breakfast and before coffee had made him human. No one got in the way of Eustass Kid and food.

A small pointy index finger interrupted his meal. "Hey I examined your engine and made a rough blueprint for a power adaptor. But I still have some questions. I didn't want to take apart the thing that runs the ship so I need to know how exactly you built it. If I can access the main power system I can retrofit an adapter to utilize my bio-fuel crystals," she demanded.

He paused for split second, frowning at his subordinate. "I'm eating. Don't bug me during breakfast," he grumbled out, half awake.

"Aw, is someone not a morning person?" Jam snickered, causing the rest of the crew present to gasp.

Kid clenched his teeth in response. "No sass, too fucking early you mouthy midget."

The woman glowered, placing her notes down beside him. "Look you oaf, I worked hard on this as per your request. Check it out it and come get me from my lab when you're done," she said, walking out of the kitchen. Just had to call me a midget.

The crew was floored. She insulted him and nothing happened. Kid was already focused back on his meal, smirking to himself knowing he won because she bolted in a huff.

Twenty minutes later, a more alert Captain picked up the notes his scientist left behind. Studying the contents, he realized she had a decent grasp of the thought process behind his design. And she got all this without having to dissemble the engine. Bitch really knows her stuff. Getting up he headed down to her lab, figuring the Professor needed to earn her keep. The medicine is useful, but this is the reason I let her join.

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The duo spent hours in the engine room, talking about power sources, his engine blueprint, particular metal choices, style design, and potential upgrades to the electrical system of the Punk. Not once did he have to pause and explain something only to get a blank stare in return. The redheaded man was thrilled.

Killer, Heat, Wire, and Emma had been listening outside the door. They caught snippets of the conversation between the two. Their leader sounded both excited and at peace.

"The engine runs smoothly most of the time but it does guzzle fuel like a motherfucker. Vicky's a greedy bitch," Kid said fondly, patting the engine lovingly.

"I've never thought to use magnets as a power source. Having multiple outlets of power was ingenious. We're halfway done with the adaptor."

"As a backup, there are two large magnets on either ends that I can manipulate to provide an energy source for the Punk."

"Being able to shape anything immediately without a torch and hammer is useful as fuck. You talented son-of-a-bitch," she praised making him flush red.

It was baffling to Killer how relaxed Kid was. He's calm. Actually sounds like he's having a blast without fighting. All this time, and the missing piece to our puzzle was him having someone to talk mechanics with.

She actually understands what he's going on about. No one can't compete against that, thought Emma.

At close to one, House came down and informed everyone of lunch. "Should we tell the captain?

"No. I'll grab those two plates and drop them off." I'll give them normal sized plates so I'll have an excuse to check in on them later and deliver more. Killer left and swiftly returned with lunch. "Kid, Jam, food," he shouted, pushing the door open.

The duo were hunched over something sitting side by side on the workshop's main workbench which sat against the wall furthest from the door. Kid, wearing his goggles and thick leather apron looked up, a wrench in hand. Jam, in her green goggles and lab coat turned and grinned. Oh my god they bring me food. This is wonderful. I'd much rather build than cook. Ugh.

The tall blonde set the plates down on the table in the middle of the room and carefully surveyed the workshop. Two rolling stools flew over, the food smelling delicious. "Thanks Killer, I'm starving."

Nothing broken. There's been no yelling or fighting. They're just focusing on the task at hand. They had a medium sized metal box behind them with buttons and a lever. Must be the power thing. The workbench was covered in a ridiculous number of tools and both pirates had grease stains on their faces and arms. Kid grabbed two rags and wiped off before handing one to Jam to do the same. The pair dug into their food greedily, completely ignoring the third person in the room. Killer sighed to himself and left, eager to eat as well.

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In the kitchen, the crew, sans their scientist and Captain, sat down to enjoy lunch. Halfway through, their second in command explained what the two were doing. "Kid's retrofitting the engine to be powered by those crystals the Professor makes," the blonde explained.

"That's just the most metal shit ever. Powering the Punk with the dead!" Boogie shouted. Thrill and Mosh joined in, the trio head-banging to a made up tune.

"So we'll have unlimited hot water?" Alt asked.

"When I told the professor that hot water is the first amenity to go, she about malfunctioned," House commented, sipping at her tea. I think she's a germaphobe.

"Shit I don't blame her. I hate cold showers. You never really feel clean if the water doesn't get hot," Quincy said. Cold water is murder on my curls.

"For real, that woman is a saint. I need my bubble baths to be pipin' hot," Forte agreed.

"So we'll be able to use all of blow dryers and straighteners whenever we want. No more conserving power?" Jaguar asked, hopeful.

"I suppose not," Killer answered, fully realizing what an unlimited power source would mean for their daily activities.

"Boss is the greatest! He found us the ultimate answer to our problems!" As a whole, the crew was fairly vain. Their outfits were custom, they wore make-up, and they all styled their hair in a particular way. Mohawks, liberty spikes, side bangs, and curls all took time to perfect in the morning. Hell Killer's immaculate blowout took ages to get just right.

After the cheers died down a lone gravelly voice added his input. "We haven't heard one shout or grumble all morning," Heat shyly uttered. Silence met his declaration.

Clearing his throat, and unable to deal with uncomfortable stretches of silence for long, Skillet rambled out, "I guess all he needed was an assistant." I've tried to be useful to the captain but there are so many tools and all those calculations make my head spin.

"We've helped him before," Joplin protested, with a few others nodding. Well until he gets angry and kicks you out…

Bubblegum sighed. "Yeah but none of us understand what the fuck he's going on about. Jam does," he pointed out. "Plus she's not an assistant. She's an equal."

Before fighting could break out over considering anyone equal to their beloved leader in any manner, the door slammed open as the topic of conversation sauntered in. Kid was grinning from ear to ear, carrying two empty plates. "Kill, we never have to worry about powering shit ever again. Those crystals are fly as fuck!"

Fuck if he gets food, I have no reason to intrude. "So where's the runt?"

"She's busy fusing some parts together while I grab more grub. Building is hungry work," the redhead answered, stacking a serving platter as high as possible.

"Do you need any assistance boss?" Hip asked, politely, knowing he always needed someone to hand him tools and whatnot. I want to see how they're working together. She better not be all up on him.

He waved his subordinate off, oblivious to her dejection. "No, we're almost done."

The crew was perplexed. Kid ALWAYS let Hip aid him. She had been one of the few who worked to learn the names of his tools and tried her hardest to be helpful. They all knew how difficult it could be working with the Captain in his workshop. The space was sacred to him and at the tiniest infraction, he hurled people out. Most of the time he preferred to be alone…

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Back in his workshop, Jam was soldering together the final pieces to the adaptor. Kid barreled in, a giant platter of meat, potatoes, and steamed cabbage in one hand and drinks in his other. "Snagged some more food. How long till we can power this shit?"

"We should be done in about an hour. After I finish these innards you can make a cover. Then I just need the holder to secure the crystal and we're in business," the woman informed him, head bent over the device with a soldering iron in her hands.

"So to make these things you need a supply of dead marines?" he asked fingering the bag of crystals she had on the workbench.

"Dead anything really. I just prefer marines," she quipped, pleased with her progress.

Black lips twisted up into a disturbing smile. "You little psycho," the Captain chuckled.

Jam giggled, overjoyed that her fellow inventor was accepting of her methods. "Well those brain-dead order takers should be good for something."

She handed the device off to Kid, who began molding a steel frame over the innards with his power. In less than a minute the task was complete. Jam beamed at his innate talent. He's so damn useful. She handed him a crystal, eager to see what kind of structure he made to anchor it in place. A three prong setting with a circular base was soon added. It's perfect. He gets what to do without my constant input. Finally someone I can work with and he's practically housebroken.

She reached over and grabbed at the cola he bought her, not even realizing he knew her drink of choice. Taking a nice sip she asked, "One crystal should power the basic operation of the ship for about two and half days. Here's eight of them; where do you want to keep them?"

Kid held his hand out for the bag and put it in his pocket. "I'll hold onto to them. Probably teach Heat and Killer how to pop one in and give them one to hold for emergencies," he replied.

"Good thinking. I have a few more in reserve and a few to use for experiments."

"I'll still power the engine with my devil fruit ability sometimes as its one way I push my limits," the man explained, cracking his neck. Fuck we've been bent over this shit for ages.

"When you do that, I'd like to watch and get a feel for how magnets can be used as an energy source," Jam said, spooning some steamed cabbage in her mouth. Magnets are infinitely powerful and the electromagnetic current they can produce is amazing. The Captain is basically a giant living magnet. Oh the destructive power at his disposable. The chaos I could create…

Kid began digging into the plate with gusto, contemplating how detailed he should be in sharing how his power works. Devil fruits were personal and how they operated was essentially how he operated. Before he left home Killer had stolen a book on Devil Fruits and their history. He knew they reflected a person's inner most desires. Trust was a difficult thing for the large man and this was something highly personal.

A knock startled him from his musings. The massacre soldier waltzed in, carrying in a plate of pasta with garlic bread and one with dessert. "Figured you forgot to get the Professor anything- He almost dropped the food he was carrying, seeing them both eating off the same large plate. Kid never shared food. Ever.

"You ok Killah?" Kid said with a mouth full of meat.

"Ye—Yeah, I'm fine," the blonde man stuttered out. "What are you guys working on?" he asked, setting down the plates, awkwardly.

The Captain quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "I told you in the kitchen. We're almost done with the power adaptor for those crystals. I'm just really fucking hungry. What you being weird for?" Why is he gawking at me? Is there food on my face? he thought hurriedly wiping at his mouth.

Jam was busy snacking on the newly brought garlic bread. It's so good and fluffy. Skillet is the best. She looked up, studying the masked man, noticing how hard he was staring at the platter the captain brought in moments earlier. Shrugging, the small woman speared a piece of grilled meat onto her fork, wondering what was wrong. Killer's so odd sometimes…

"I'm not being weird," the man denied, glad his mask kept them from seeing his mouth fall open.

Kid snorted and got back to the matter at hand. Killer sat down at the table and watched the two finish the device, each working in tandem with one another and managing to munch away at the mountain of food with ease. They constantly reached over one another in between bites, with the redheads' tall form enveloping the smaller woman. Kid's eating a lot more but that little witch has a healthy appetite. How does he not notice he's sharing? They're practically on top of one another too. The idiot is completely focused on building…this is priceless. He struggled to hold in his laughter.

Forty minutes later, the two shared a large grin, pushing their stools away and dashing out the door. Making their way to the engine room, Kid welded the component to the mainframe and pulled a crystal from the little bag. Inserting in into the adaptor, the engine gave a lurch and whirled into compliance. No more wasted Beli on fuel and I only power it when I feel the need. Heh.

Killer followed behind watching the scene. Kid used to be more carefree with his happiness when building. As a child he would beam with joy when showing off his latest invention. But he quickly notices when someone is bored or unable to follow along, promptly clamming up and toning down his excitement. It's nice to see him in such a content mood.

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Later that evening, Killer strode up to the Captains' quarters and knocked. He decided to wait till after dinner to spring unfortunate news on his best friend. He's more rational on a fully stomach.

It almost felt wrong to spoil his friend's good mood but if he didn't deliver the blow someone else would. And Killer could almost guarantee Kid would take it even worse coming from anyone else. "So you had fun today?" he teased.

The pale man turned to face his first mate, an annoyed sneer forming on his face. "Don't make it sound lame like that. I'm not some brat on a playdate."

"Of course not Kid," said Killer cheekily, stressing the other's name, earning himself a frown in response.

The taller of the two crossed his arms across his chest, pouting as his irritation flared up. "We won't run outta power now, ya fuck head. All the hot water we want. Hell I'm thinking of adding a large meat freezer."

Killer froze, his electric blue eyes twinkling in bliss. Catching himself before he gave away how happy that idea made him, he replied, "That would be very beneficial for the crew."

The brute snorted, "You want to do cartwheels you sack of shit. You're almost bouncing on your heels asshole. I know how long you've wanted a large meat freezer. Fuck I'm just as excited."

The two men stared each other down for a minute, before the older, more mature one, sighed. "Kid you were happy all day. No yelling, no breaking shit, just you and the Professor working all cozy like."

Red painted nails dug into open palms, their owner snarling out, "Just what are you implying?"

"…" Killer silently judged his best friend. Really you're going to make me explain it like you don't know what point I'm getting at.

"SHUT-UP! She knew what the tools to hand me. She helped construct shit. Jam even knew how to hold a flashlight properly," he shouted, stomping his foot in exasperation and throwing himself into his desk chair.

"And you weren't just happy she let you practically rub up on her, looming over her all day? I saw how close you got into her space," Killer retorted.

The leader blushed but defended himself, "Had to in order to work on the adaptor. It's easier to lean over her and do my part and then let her do her thing."

"Does the Professor know who much you liked hanging off of her? A mad scientist is not the type of woman you try and fuck Kid. She's dangerous," the blonde warned seriously.

"You know I don't like to screw around with my subordinates; it makes shit messy. So no I don't want to fuck her," the redhead sneered, glowering at his companion. I learned my lesson the first time...

"It's an unwilling attraction then?" the blonde said calmly, poking at the already irate man.

Kid threw his hands up into the air. "Piss off! I didn't know how badly I'd enjoy having someone competent to work with till I did!" Huffing and flushing red, the man continued, "She understands the words coming out of my mouth even though I'm bad with explanations. She gets what I'm going for and fills in the blanks. She familiar with all the different electrical components of even complex machinery and her tiny hands are perfect at assembly. You see should see how fast she can put something together. She doesn't bitch and moan at long it takes to finish a project like the rest of you guys. We sat there from after breakfast till damn near dinner time working on the engine and then coming up with future ideas for the Punk afterwards."

Killer sighed heavily. I knew she was going to be trouble. He was way too excited at the thought of her joining and look where we're at now. It's good she's oblivious to this shit. "I get it. She's strong. She's bold. She understands your passion for building. I can defiantly see the appeal. But if you want to keep her as a scientist you need to keep it in your pants," the massacre soldier reprimanded his friend.

The other man huffed in annoyance, pointing his finger at his partner. "This is all your fault for telling me not to stick my dick in crazy! You know how I am with orders!"

"Kid you're being irrational," said the murder machine, exasperated but hopeful he could help settle down his irate leader.

Not giving a damn about rationality or anything, the ruffian continued his rant. "She's taunting me I swear. With those little smiles, those constant giggles, the damn compliments…It makes me want to punch her," he said, slamming his fist into his metal palm. She doesn't know when to shut the fuck up! It took every ounce of willpower I have to ignore it and finish working. I don't need Killer on my case now!

"It's called cute aggression. You find something cute and it pisses you off so you want to do something mean in retaliation," the blonde explained.

"I DO NOT FIND HER CUTE!" the buff man bellowed.

"Yell any louder and the whole crew will hear you."

Kid slammed his mouth shut, seething with rage. "Killa, you're getting on my last nerve." The two went silent after that, the masked man realizing his friend needed a minute to compose himself. You've been working on your anger. I'm proud of you.

Kid took several calming breathes before speaking again. "She hugs. When she's happy, she practically jumps you. It's terrible. Her tits pressed up against me and she has this carefree smile… it's the most frustrating thing ever. I hate it." Those hugs were wonderful but the fuck if he would acknowledge that fact. He would never admit it, not even under torture, but Killer said the term was touch starved. He despised that description and its accuracy. A stupid ass hug shouldn't do crap to me.

Gods this is worse than I thought. And that gremlin has no clue. "Kid you ok?" his partner asked genuinely concerned.

The muscular man put his head between his hands, groaning. "I banged this sweet piece of ass back on the last island. Woman was begging and screaming for my dick. I was well taken care of by that whore so that shrimp shouldn't even be a thought in my head. Jam's literally covered up as much as possible which should keep her off my radar. But fuck she's like a present I'm not allowed to open, and now it's the only thing I focus on," he ruefully admitted.

Killer felt like giant weight was just thrown on him. There was no one at fault. Jam was only being friendly so he couldn't blame her and Kid was a product of a rough upbringing; he had trouble with feelings. He could handle the crew's kindness and admiration—it was familiar. But it took time to get him there. The professor's tough and sadistic, but only to enemies. Otherwise she's affectionate. I've seen how she giggles and plays around with Dive. Killer felt like an asshole and reasoned he should cut his best friend some slack before he blew a gasket. "Some of the guys are having a drinking contest in the crow's nest. Come on, we'll have music going and everything," he said, rubbing the redhead's back in a soothing manner.

The crimson haired man nodded, following Killer, hoping his mates would be a distraction from his turbulent thoughts. Heat, Wire, Mosh, Moai, Papas, Snare, and UK were setting up a table with shot glasses while Disk J and Boogie handled the tunes. Alt and Jaguar came with bottles of liquor, carefully setting up the bar. The Captain grinned, his mood instantly improving.

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Giving Kid liquid courage had been a bad idea in hindsight. The brash man was never one for losing and so he drank himself silly. One second he was right next to them laughing it up and the next he was gone. Dammit Kid! How does a hulking man just disappear?!

The leader of the Kid Pirates had slinked down to the lab intent on pestering his newest addition. He was getting that ugly ass lab coat off her. Period. He even had a harebrained, liquor induced plan that was foolproof. Not even having the courtesy to knock, the brute slammed the door open and confidently stepped inside. "Hey gremlin witch-"

And was met with curious stares from Dive and House. What is this? The evil short shit convention? "What are you two doing here?" he asked with narrowed amber eyes. The three of them together feels ominous.

"Having a ladies night with Jam. We're giving each other mani-pedis," House replied, gesturing to the scientist who was currently painting her new friend's toes a lovely shade of light blue.

Kid glanced around the lab seeing nail polish bottles, a plate of snacks, and margaritas. He noticed they were off to the side of lab, out of the way of the camera. If he remembered correctly they along with Bubblegum had spy duty tonight. I'd bet Beli Dive planned this. She's always finding ways out of work.

"Yeah we got Bubblegum to bring us some snacks and we've just been having a blast," Dive added cheerily. She grabbed Jam's right foot and waved it in his face. "See pretty isn't it?" she said in her fake innocent voice, knowing exactly what she was doing. Hehehe.

Dive was like a younger sister to Kid. He knew he let her get away murder but he just couldn't help it. This damn bubble headed cunt knows I like nice feet.

The professor had unbuttoned the last three buttons on her lab coat and ditched those hideous rubber green boots revealing a set of nice tanned and toned legs. He could see up a few inches past her knee, the edge of a purple skirt or maybe a dress peaking out. Her toes were painted black with red tips, making him gulp. Jam sighed at the blonde woman and put her foot back down, figuring Dive was just proud of how lovely a job she did painting her toes. They are nice. Dive's good at this.

Subconsciously he licked his lips, "...yeah real pretty," he stuttered out, making Dive grin mischievously. Even House, kind motherly House, had a sly smile. His instincts always served him well and they were screaming at him to run. Fuck that! It was his ship. He could go anywhere he wanted but he had the distinct feeling that he did not belong here. "Oh well carry on," he managed to reply, using his captain's voice to feel like he was in control. But of course that notion had to be slapped away.

"Why did you come down here then?" the Professor finally spoke up, now finished with House's nails. He's being weird again. Why does he look nervous? What is he afraid Dive will paint his nails pink or something?

With her gaze focused on him, he found himself losing confidence. What was his great plan again? Tell her that if she wanted to be trusted with the private knowledge of how his power worked it was essential for her to reciprocate that trust in the form of him seeing her sans coat. He couldn't ask for that in front of these two; they'd see right through him. "I was going to talk about um, the meat freezer. Had an idea but…we will discuss this tomorrow," he lied, making Jam raise her eyebrows at his odd behavior while her companions giggled silently.

The tall man promptly retreated to the safety of his quarters, feeling completely out of his element. And if he maybe had dreams about sucking on red tipped toes, that was his business and shut-up before he kills you.

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The Sunny Go is 183 feet tall and 127 feet long per the wiki and the Victoria Punk looks twice as large. So there is plenty of room for expansion as Kid sees fit. The ships only look small because Oda is bad at scaling. So are the animators.

All those motherfuckers are vain as hell. Studied Oda's sketches: That's not wake up and roll out bed hair. That's carefully styled hair. Coupled with the makeup yeah vain. Probably have favorite beauty brands and everything. Giggles

We have a doodle of young child Victoria and she has short hair. The sketch of Hip looks eerily similar.

Oda draws a lot of feet. Man's clearly got a thing for them. Apparently it's the fourth most common kink in the world. Dirty fun facts…lol. Kid himself likes make-up and nail polish so the fuck if he wouldn't like it on a romantic interest.

A friend of sorts doesn't believe Kid would open up to Killer so easily but if they've known each other since childhood and are willing to die for one another, I believe they keep no secrets. It's pointless-they can read each other like a book. The stories where the two of them fight about (or fight over) a new namaka and their effect on the crew-no these two don't fight and there's no way a new person would come between their bond.

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1085 came out and now the shitheads are calling Sabo a fraud. The guys don't like anyone. Who the fuck would try and fight Imu and the five elders on their own? Of course he ran. I hoping the storyline surrounding Imu and the Void century come up soon.

Discovering all important people have this Will of D just doesn't cut it for me. It boring and feels like nepotism. Only these people born into greatness will be important-it's the kind of justification kings use to control people. My family is special and therefore so am I.

When Naruto came out I loved how he was from humble beginnings. Then we find out his dad was the fourth Hokage and his mom and her family served as the vessel for the nine tails…he was always special. It makes it harder to like the protagonist at that point. Can't even begin to go into all the manga's I grew to dislike for that bullshit. Every time we get an orphan we find out later (after I'm already invested in the story) that their immediate family was someone amazing and ridiculously powerful. It's so overdone….

1086 is coming out soon but then there's a month long break so Oda can have an eye procedure done. Look I rather he take care of himself. People are cruel to creators when they don't churn out work quickly enough. Even fanfiction authors get flack, but the shit a goat like Oda gets is ridiculous. People need to chill.