Prompt Fic: Sharp
Prompt: Sharp
Word Count: 216
Series: One Piece
Pairings: no
He didn’t understand why he was here. What was the purpose?
Even as he thought, deft fingers twisted rubber to his will, stretching it beyond comfort, and savagely knotting the extremity at hand. Fingers tightened, eliciting a sad little sound of distress, but he ignored it, continuing with his distasteful job.
After the havoc at the execution battle, he had been swept up with the anti-marine forces. He had been prepared to fight his way free once they were away, but a glance at Crocodile garnered only a noncommittal shrug as his once-superior allowed himself to be dragged away as well.
Another loud pop rang out in the night, but it stirred no one this time. All around him were the sounds of laughter and sobs; incongruent, but not surprising - the bulk of their number either mourning their dead, or celebrating their own survival. In most cases with the hearty application of alcohol.
Brow twitching, Daz Bones looked down at razor hands, realizing that he had once again unconsciously used his devil fruit powers; rendering the offending balloon into a useless lump of shredded material.
He hoped Crocodile had some kind of plan - preferably violent - that would be implemented soon. Regardless, if they even thought of asking for balloon animals, he was going to kill someone.
Word Count: 216
Series: One Piece
Pairings: no
He didn’t understand why he was here. What was the purpose?
Even as he thought, deft fingers twisted rubber to his will, stretching it beyond comfort, and savagely knotting the extremity at hand. Fingers tightened, eliciting a sad little sound of distress, but he ignored it, continuing with his distasteful job.
After the havoc at the execution battle, he had been swept up with the anti-marine forces. He had been prepared to fight his way free once they were away, but a glance at Crocodile garnered only a noncommittal shrug as his once-superior allowed himself to be dragged away as well.
Another loud pop rang out in the night, but it stirred no one this time. All around him were the sounds of laughter and sobs; incongruent, but not surprising - the bulk of their number either mourning their dead, or celebrating their own survival. In most cases with the hearty application of alcohol.
Brow twitching, Daz Bones looked down at razor hands, realizing that he had once again unconsciously used his devil fruit powers; rendering the offending balloon into a useless lump of shredded material.
He hoped Crocodile had some kind of plan - preferably violent - that would be implemented soon. Regardless, if they even thought of asking for balloon animals, he was going to kill someone.