⊱þøятgαѕ Đ. Àςε⊰ ポートガス・D・エース ├ℓετ’ѕ ѕετ øυт тø sεα‚ αи∂ ℓιvε ℓιғε τнε ωαч ωεωαиттø…┤ ——☠—— Seeing the Marine dissolve into such a flustered state so quickly only caused the grin that spread across those freckled features to become heavy with over confidence. His finger continued to twirl along the metal of the buckle, heating it beneath his logia powered touch.
"What's with that face? I'm so used to your grumpy expressions that you're catching me off guard with these little school girl reactions of yours, Smoky."
His voice was teasing, the already sleepy brown eyes closing a little further, imbuing his gaze with something slightly sultry.
"Don't tell me you've lost that fightin' spirit of yours." ———— ├ωιτн мøяεғяεε∂øмτнαи αичøиε εℓsε‼┤ 火拳のエース
✖ Đяαкє ディエス・ドレーク нøн... sø яεḋ вløøḋ α¢тυαllч ¢øмεs øυт øғ чøυ... ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ Drake kept his head down as they walked; not wanting to catch the eyes of any passer byes, be they marines, pirates, or simply townsfolk. It was an odd sight, of course; a marine walking shoulder to shoulder with a famed pirate who had done quite well to have his name known throughout the sea. He found it best not to strike up much of a conversation on their way, either, and retreated somewhere to the back of his mind as the recollection of the past began boiling a tirade of different emotions inside the ginger haired man. He did well not to let these things show on his face though, as his mouth set into that serious, calculating frown that normally took place there.
The former rear-admiral was relieved that Smoker has chosen a place that was dark, not overtly crowded, and settled them at a place in the back where they would hopefully remain undisturbed. He took a seat, crossing his legs one over the other with a soft squeal of leather. Once the white haired man returned with their drinks, he shot the vice-admiral a grin. "Hoh. You've become quite the gentleman in your old age, Smoker," though he teased the older man, his voice remained gentle. Leaning with one elbow on the surface of the table, he cradled his chin in the palm of his hand after accepting the mug and took a long, hearty swig from it. Rolling his tongue across his top lip to collect the bitter froth that had settled there, his placid, reptilian gaze found the other man's features. His regard held a questioning, as he felt those cool, icy blue eyes fixated on himself, and it didn't take long for him to break that stare- It was too unnerving.
"Your glances are disconcerting as ever," he muttered, taking another hefty swig from his mug before setting it back down on the table. He fixated his gaze on the beads of condensation that lazily ebbed from the top of his beer glass to it's bottom so as to avoid the intense eyes that he felt could look straight into his soul and strip him of everything, baring nothing but raw emotion to leave him as vulnerable as an exposed nerve. "So what's on your mind, then? If you've no intention of taking me into custody, then what's bothering you? Surely you're bitter after all this time?" Though he wasn't sure if he weren't in fact the bitter one, and the very matter was made evident in that normally gentle articulation, as the very last word he spoke trembled with an underlying emotion that couldn't quite be pegged. ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ тнιs ιs α sυяρяιsε...‼
✖ Đяαкє ディエス・ドレーク нøн... sø яεḋ вløøḋ α¢тυαllч ¢øмεs øυт øғ чøυ... ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ Drake couldn't help but smile at the light touch to his shoulder. Still the same as ever. In a different time that had long since passed, the same gesture would so thoughtlessly be enacted by the older marine. Something of an impulse, perhaps? But then again, Smoker never really was one to have any type of physical contact with his subordinates or superiors at any time. It was an endearing quality that Smoker in fact played favorites and made it rather obvious. It was silly, getting worked up over a simple touch to the shoulder, but the contact incited much more than fond memories of their working life together. The touch held intimate times in it as well. Times where one of them had gone out to see on a particularly rough mission and come back battered, bruised, and exhausted, and the relief that came with it. Experiences behind closed doors; a lover's whispers and tender caresses in tangled sheets.
The former marine sighed.
It could be said that the two of them did quite a bit of growing up together, and as Smoker's back turned to him to begin the journey to the nearest place that served cheap grog, Drake couldn't help but feel stabbing nostalgia in the back of his countenance. ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ тнιs ιs α sυяρяιsε...‼
✖ Đяαкє ディエス・ドレーク нøн... sø яεḋ вløøḋ α¢тυαllч ¢øмεs øυт øғ чøυ... ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ The hand settled on his rapier raised to rub the temple at his left side, eyes falling closed to break their gaze and push his hat up slightly in the process. Smoker was answered with a drawn out sigh, but it wasn't an exasperated one; it was something a little more relaxed than that.
"You never change, do you?" He asked, opening his intense blue eyes once more to look into the irritated visage that the marine held.
"Well.. if you want to catch up, shouldn't you offer to buy me a drink?" He went on, cocking his hip slightly as he awaited the white haired man's answer and adjusted his hat to it's undisturbed state. ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ тнιs ιs α sυяρяιsε...‼
✖ Đяαкє ディエス・ドレーク нøн... sø яεḋ вløøḋ α¢тυαllч ¢øмεs øυт øғ чøυ... ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ Seeing Smoker tense was actually somewhat relaxing to the pirate. A coy smirk came to his lips as he was approached, one hand resting on the hilt of the rapier he wore at his right side, the other hand raising to sit upon the slight curve of his own left hip.
"What's this? I'm sure the White Chase has no intention of a friendly conversation with a rogue colleague. Are you here to take me in? Because if that's the case, you're a few years too early."
While Drake was younger than the gruff man that stood before him, he had quite a few more years of experience under his belt. While enlisted in the marines, he had been diligent and hard working; he'd made it through the ranks rather quickly. Smoker was something of a slacker though, always doing whatever he wanted and following his own rules. It could be said that Drake even looked at him as being younger, though he wasn't. The white haired man had always lacked discipline, mouthed off to his superiors, and worst of all-...
Drake wished that maybe he'd been a little more like Smoker in the past. True enough, he somewhat envied him.
He was brought back from his thoughts as the familiar smell of that particular brand of cigar floated toward him and assaulted his senses. It was a common brand, but one that he always associated with his former compatriot. He blinked through the thick cloud of smoke, shaking his head.
"I'm sure your superiors would be infuriated to see you chatting with a pirate; Especially one that started out as their comrade." ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ тнιs ιs α sυяρяιsε...‼
✖ Đяαкє ディエス・ドレーク нøн... sø яεḋ вløøḋ α¢тυαllч ¢øмεs øυт øғ чøυ... ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ The tall ginger haired man had noted his former colleague's presence. Foolishly, he'd thought he'd be able to perhaps avoid Smoker's line of perception. Once he was called out to, the leather clad former-marine visibly tensed, casting an ice blue gaze toward the man he'd been attempting to avoid.
Damn. Still sharp as ever.
"..Ah.. Smoker." He said the name in a tone that lacked any real distinguishable emotion and he collectedly studied the broad man from head to toe.
"My, my.. You're a lot bigger than last we met." ▬▬▬✕▬▬▬ тнιs ιs α sυяρяιsε...‼
"Catch me?" The seasoned marine was met with a wide, confident and all too familiar grin. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked the older man from head to toe. "Hn, just because you've gotten a little bigger doesn't mean you've gotten any faster. Heck, I'd say you'd be even slower carryin' all that muscle around with you." Sleepy brown eyes shone brightly once he found his companion's face again, and he took a step closer to twirl one firey fingertip against the vice admiral's belt buckle.