Disco: dead or alive? Discuss.
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Nothin' Left for Me to Do But Dance
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Fullbody/Jango.
Topic: Second Best.
He’d danced and he’d done his best.
He’d still lost.
Lost to a man in sunglasses at night, a man that moved like funk-flavored quicksilver and glittered in the lights of the mirrorballs with liquid sequins of sweat pearling his skin.
It was good thing Fullbody was straight.
But he wanted to show he was a good loser, so he bought the man a drink afterwards. They talked and found they had an insane amount in common—like they were brothers separated as children who had finally found each other again. It was slightly eerie, but Fullbody was enjoying himself too much to care.
The other man inquired about his hand, and Fullbody happily bragged about how good he was in a fight. This, he could probably outmatch his dance-competitor at—the other man had hands that looked clever, rather than strong, and bore few scars and no broken knuckles to ache in the rain.
But at least Fullbody’s hands were manly hands. After all, just because a man had pink hair it didn’t mean he was anything short of utterly masculine. Not at all.
One of his Marines brought the highly-recognizable clothes of a notorious pirate to them, saying he’d found them in an alleyway. Fullbody’s new friend promptly bolted, shattering warm companionship into silver shards from a dropped mirrorball. Damn. He’d liked him.
Flower-headed pirates distracted him from pursuit, and, a hostage exchange later, Fullbody’s pleasant night had gone to hell.
And then the sunglasses man was back, greased lightning and glittering chakrams and the best legs (officially) on the Grand Line. The same fluid movements that he’d displayed on the dancefloor now aided his fighting, and his speed took Fullbody’s breath away.
The second-best legs (officially) on the Grand Line went a little weak in the knees.
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Fullbody/Jango.
Topic: Second Best.
He’d danced and he’d done his best.
He’d still lost.
Lost to a man in sunglasses at night, a man that moved like funk-flavored quicksilver and glittered in the lights of the mirrorballs with liquid sequins of sweat pearling his skin.
It was good thing Fullbody was straight.
But he wanted to show he was a good loser, so he bought the man a drink afterwards. They talked and found they had an insane amount in common—like they were brothers separated as children who had finally found each other again. It was slightly eerie, but Fullbody was enjoying himself too much to care.
The other man inquired about his hand, and Fullbody happily bragged about how good he was in a fight. This, he could probably outmatch his dance-competitor at—the other man had hands that looked clever, rather than strong, and bore few scars and no broken knuckles to ache in the rain.
But at least Fullbody’s hands were manly hands. After all, just because a man had pink hair it didn’t mean he was anything short of utterly masculine. Not at all.
One of his Marines brought the highly-recognizable clothes of a notorious pirate to them, saying he’d found them in an alleyway. Fullbody’s new friend promptly bolted, shattering warm companionship into silver shards from a dropped mirrorball. Damn. He’d liked him.
Flower-headed pirates distracted him from pursuit, and, a hostage exchange later, Fullbody’s pleasant night had gone to hell.
And then the sunglasses man was back, greased lightning and glittering chakrams and the best legs (officially) on the Grand Line. The same fluid movements that he’d displayed on the dancefloor now aided his fighting, and his speed took Fullbody’s breath away.
The second-best legs (officially) on the Grand Line went a little weak in the knees.
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Date: 2006-10-09 06:30 am (UTC)I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MANAED TO WORK THAT PHRASE IN. BONUS POINTS FOR THAT ALONE. ALSO, STFU YOU LYING WHORE, BECAUSE THIS IS CRAZY. So much win for the dorkiest couple on the Grand Line. XD
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Date: 2006-10-09 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-09 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-09 12:20 pm (UTC)It was good thing Fullbody was straight.
Right. You keep telling youself that, Fullbody dear.
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Date: 2006-10-09 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-09 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-09 10:55 pm (UTC)I loved those one-panel sidestories on Jango and Fullbody- I might have even been slightly teary when Jango decided to hypnotize them both (because I don't think he ever fixed that directional problem) to forget the friendship. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one flashing on those two ^_^
Man, this drabble is them through and through, in all their dorky, disco-dancing, dazzling splendor. I love this like whoa.
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Date: 2006-10-09 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-10 12:58 am (UTC)"Lost to a man in sunglasses at night, a man that moved like funk-flavored quicksilver and glittered in the lights of the mirrorballs with liquid sequins of sweat pearling his skin"
with the sense of humour of lines like
"After all, just because a man had pink hair it didn’t mean he was anything short of utterly masculine. Not at all"
I am in awe of your mad skills.
(and I am liking your 80s nocturnal sunglasses references, intentional or no :)
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Date: 2006-10-10 06:02 am (UTC)