Laundry Fu

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Title: Laundry Fu
Rating: PG
Pairing: It's the Shanks and Buggy show!
Wordcount: 300
Notes: Buggy likes Shanks's fighting style.



"This crap stinks...." He was up to his elbows in hot water and not happy.
"You need help?"
Buggy didn't need to turn to recognize Shanks's amused voice. His face went as hot as the water. "Get lost!"
As usual, Shanks didn't. Buggy growled. "Why are you here?"
"I'm really going to help. I spilled wine on Lei's favorite shirt," he waved a scrap of fabric, "so here I am. We were having fun, but that guy, he's too vain, don't you think?"
"If it wasn't with the other stuff, I'm not washing it."
"I didn't think you would," Shanks said wryly. "I just wondered if I could squeeze in next to you?"
Buggy made room, looking more grudging than he felt. Shanks was annoying, but mostly okay.
"Just don't mess up."
"How can you mess up laundry?"
Buggy gritted his teeth and went back to scrubbing a shirt over the washboard with a vigor that it didn't seem likely to survive. "This stupid stuff makes me sick. There's no point to it for a real pirate."
"Isn't it because the captain said you had too many pretensions?"
"That's what I mean! It's despicable!"
"You don't like it that much? ...okay!"
"What are you saying?"
Shanks grabbed the front of Buggy's shirt, yanking him in. They were kissing before Buggy had time to protest, or enjoy it for that matter, because while he was still freaking out, Shanks punched him in the stomach.

"Yo!" Shanks waved at the mate, who ambled over.
"What's up?"
"Buggy passed out."
"Alright, take over. I'll haul him to doc." The mate wasn't at all nonplussed. "You know what happened?"
"I think he had some problem with the soap. He said he felt sick," Shanks said, entirely truthfully. "You know how weird that guy is."

Comments

[leaper182.livejournal.com]

YES. I knew there had to be some Shanks/Buggy around here somewhere! Score!

And heee, Shanks' way of helping Buggy is both enjoyable and very amusing. :D