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onepieceyaoi100Title: Master of Mayhem
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 298
Note: Lame title, nothing else seemed to work
Plip, plip, plop. The chili tablets slid quietly into the waiting mixture of brandy and tea. Stealthily he replaced the lid, making sure it was sealed tight so no further heat could escape. One final trick was all that was needed, but what to do, what to do? Finally he settled on an old standby, spraying a fine mist inside of the thick woolen socks. By the time Ben went to put them on, the frigid air of the cave would have frozen them solid, perhaps even into a single iced mass of unwearable foot gear. Creeping around the dozing body of his first mate, he cupped his hand over his mouth and nose. The warmth of his breath was much needed, and only the desire to not ruin his pranks kept him from literally diving back into the bedroll. Fortunately sleeping Ben was much nicer than awake Ben, and the first mate actually curled around his chilled form, sharing his heat.
One benefit to hiding out on a winter island in the dead of winter; it was a great excuse for public cuddling. Around him in the icy cave were more pairs of his crew, huddled together for warmth. Lucky Roo, human furnace, actually had five men heaped around him. For all the togetherness, the crew was restless, ready to leave, running dangerously low on alcohol. There wasn’t that much to do or see in a land of snow and ice. He’d fallen back on practical jokes, a specialty of his, for entertainment, and it seemed to be working. All he was waiting for was an answer from the old man. Then, yes or no, they’d depart to launch his greatest trick. After all, what was revolution if not the chance for mischief on a worldly scale?
*I'm dying to know just what Shanks is planning. It seems to tie in with all the various other hints we've gotten, but this is Shanks, so it could be just about anything.*
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 298
Note: Lame title, nothing else seemed to work
Plip, plip, plop. The chili tablets slid quietly into the waiting mixture of brandy and tea. Stealthily he replaced the lid, making sure it was sealed tight so no further heat could escape. One final trick was all that was needed, but what to do, what to do? Finally he settled on an old standby, spraying a fine mist inside of the thick woolen socks. By the time Ben went to put them on, the frigid air of the cave would have frozen them solid, perhaps even into a single iced mass of unwearable foot gear. Creeping around the dozing body of his first mate, he cupped his hand over his mouth and nose. The warmth of his breath was much needed, and only the desire to not ruin his pranks kept him from literally diving back into the bedroll. Fortunately sleeping Ben was much nicer than awake Ben, and the first mate actually curled around his chilled form, sharing his heat.
One benefit to hiding out on a winter island in the dead of winter; it was a great excuse for public cuddling. Around him in the icy cave were more pairs of his crew, huddled together for warmth. Lucky Roo, human furnace, actually had five men heaped around him. For all the togetherness, the crew was restless, ready to leave, running dangerously low on alcohol. There wasn’t that much to do or see in a land of snow and ice. He’d fallen back on practical jokes, a specialty of his, for entertainment, and it seemed to be working. All he was waiting for was an answer from the old man. Then, yes or no, they’d depart to launch his greatest trick. After all, what was revolution if not the chance for mischief on a worldly scale?
*I'm dying to know just what Shanks is planning. It seems to tie in with all the various other hints we've gotten, but this is Shanks, so it could be just about anything.*
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Date: 2004-09-01 11:19 pm (UTC)The manly pirate cuddling is very cute.
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Date: 2004-09-02 02:00 am (UTC)and pirate snuggling too. oh yeah.
what the heck ARE they up to, anyway??