"How old? Maybe thirty-something? Yeah. It's the stubble. All old guys got stubble."
Keeping a hand atop the hat on his head, the pirate follows close behind the pony-tailed gentleman as Pakku, his moogle, follows suit.
"Me? I'm Luffy. I'm the man who's gonna' be King of the Pirates. This here's Lunch." "THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" "He's my emergency food ration." ""Damned idiot-!!"
The moogle lunges at Luffy's noggin, being just large enough to tackle the melon of the absent-minded youth. They scuffle for a moment before they both turn back to the leading pair, their tongues sticking out from thirst, speaking in unison with a long, drawn out "we're hungry!".
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Keeping a hand atop the hat on his head, the pirate follows close behind the pony-tailed gentleman as Pakku, his moogle, follows suit.
"Me? I'm Luffy. I'm the man who's gonna' be King of the Pirates. This here's Lunch."
"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"
"He's my emergency food ration."
""Damned idiot-!!"
The moogle lunges at Luffy's noggin, being just large enough to tackle the melon of the absent-minded youth. They scuffle for a moment before they both turn back to the leading pair, their tongues sticking out from thirst, speaking in unison with a long, drawn out "we're hungry!".