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[sandlogia]

Who: Crocodile, Fujiko, Smoker
What: Traps/Fight/Discussion.
When: Feburary 19
Where: No name outdoor eatery.
Why: Cause Fujiko and Smoker have a PLAN.

Comments

[doubleppk]

Fujiko grunted as she slung Smoker in dog form over a shoulder. The splint was a little haphazard but it looked real and that was the important part. "Hope this works," she frowned. Her heart was racing as she carried the fake-struggling wolf along like a huntress taking home her prize.

Luckily the streets weren't crowded and while meeting in a public made her nervous, the idea of meeting him somewhere he could more easily trap was far worse. A chill ran down her spine as spotted the scarred man sporting a hook and waiting casually. He was confident and definitely sure of himself, everything she was not. She threw Smoker on the ground, a little more harshly than necessary.

[justicesmoked]

Smoker snarled, teeth baring as he kept up his end of the bargain. He had made sure to stay up a little later than usual, just to give him more of an edge on his act. He tried to snap at Fujiko as she carried him to the reptile, but he feigned weakness and stopped after a few tries.

When he hit solid earth was an audible thump, he mentally reminded himself to introduce the woman to a White Snake or two when this was all over. But for now, he rested on the ground, mouth open and panting, eyes like fire as he glared at the two before him. His hair bristled across his back and the Commodore tried to stand, only to fall again with a groan, a grunt and a series of snarls that would have been swears, had he had the vocal chords to produce them.

[sandlogia]

The problem with being obsessed was that it blinded a person from attacks. Crocodile forced himself to ignore the bond and still struggling (of course he was fighting he was Smoker-kun) to smile at Fujiko. He suddenly had the urge to tap his bare feet against the ground impatiently but resisted.

"Thank you for the delivery Miss Fujiko. I believe I can handle it from here"

[doubleppk]

"Right," Fujiko nodded, backing up. If he could sense the seastone on Smoker's collar he'd be able to sense the bullets in her guns and the multitude of handcuffs she'd stuck wherever possible. "The dog tags haven't been inscribed yet. If you want to keep him as a pet even when he turns back, keep in mind they're seastone. They'll take a lot of heat to carve."

Her head said she should just turn and walk away leaving it at that but she continued backing up, refusing to turn her back on someone she was so blatantly terrified of. Her fingers slipped into pockets on either side in a casual gesture of nerves. If she attacked now the whole street could erupt. Timing was everything.