"You paint a lovely mental image, Hawk Eyes." But he may be waiting for a bit. He doesn't intend on dying tonight. Too much fun to be had, still.
"Are you wanting some attention?" He gives a slow smile as he shifts his weight a bit, looking back.
"I could tend to your hair." For all his insistence otherwise, he has learned to do a rather thorough job singlehanded.
The next mention has him pausing, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm afraid I'm not well accustomed. I've been on a crew since I was a child. Seems as though it would be... boring. Lonesome. After a bit." And too much silence to let less favorable memories drift in.
Not very sexy, is it, talking about bloated corpses in the bathtub? Never really stopped him from doing the things he does with the redhead, but he's also very pragmatic about their lives out at sea, the risks and dangers that await them. The inevitability of crawling into Davy Jones' locker at the end of the day, and all that. If they haven't made their peace with it, they're in the wrong illicit trade.
"I'm quite alright, thank you." Mihawk is a fairly well-groomed cat. His hair doesn't require nearly as much attention as Shanks'. Although you don't hear Mihawk protesting in the middle of the night when there's a hand in his hair, whether it's petting or pulling or scratching his scalp.
"It is a lot of work, I suppose, manning the sails on your own." And everything else that comes with that. Having to keep watch. Feed yourself. Mihawk wouldn't mind a bit of company from time to time, but. A full time crew... well, it seems to be an arrangement that works for everyone else.
"A crew is no place for children, though." And he knows Shanks would have learnt a lot in those formative years, but. Like Shanks, he doesn't much like the idea of taking children out to sea, whatever good lessons they might learn from the experience, even if nothing untoward would ever happen to them as long as they stay by his side.
One day, but not in a bath, certainly. How underwhelming would that be? Possibly, he'll go executed in front of an audience, or falling overboard after a particularly bad drunken binge, or maybe he'll go out heroically, protecting someone else.
But not in a tub.
And not when he's far more interested in nuzzling against Mihawk's jaw, pressing a teasing kiss or two along his neck.
"It isn't." He and Buggy both learned much about the sea, about the life of a pirate, but they'd also grown up too fast, saw too many horrors to name in between all the fun they may have found along the way. He'd never bring a child along for that. Still, he can't quite regret where it's left him either.
"But these waters are harsh to a single man facing them alone all the time. You're always welcome here, whenever you wish to come by, Mihawk."
It does help immensely that, for the most part, Shanks happens to have a reputable, fairly mature crew, and Shanks himself doesn't place too many expectations on Mihawk's shoulders. That doesn't recuse him from acting responsibly, but he feels comfortable enough drifting in and out of the redhead's space as and when the timing and circumstance suits.
Mihawk tips his head to one side, lets Shanks lavish some attention unto his wet skin while fingers that are starting to prune stroke idly up and down the length of his upper arm.
"We ought to get out soon," he laments. They are sufficiently cleaned, and the water is starting to get cold again.
"To bed, then?" Because like it or not, Shanks doesn't seem to have any actual inclination towards letting Mihawk slip away just yet. Not tonight, if he can help it.
He does, however, shift to slide out of the tub. Not quite as easy with just a single arm to brace himself with, but-- he makes it out and retrieves some fresh towels for them.
"I suppose." Mihawk has idled here for longer than usual, but. He can't complain given how well he's been treated. Shanks and his crew have been hospitable. Nobody's come out here to attack them. And they have enough supplies to stay for weeks, although. Mihawk won't commit to sticking it out with them until everything runs out.
Pulling the plug, Mihawk lets the water drain and tries to splash some of the foam lines off the walls of the tub with a little bit of fresh water from the faucet before getting up and plucking the towel from Shanks's grasp.
"Thank you." He will need some time to dry out his hair properly, but he makes quick work drying the rest of himself off and wrapping the towel around his hips before he wordlessly offers to do the same for Shanks. He can always untie it with one hand and walk around naked if he so chooses, but Mihawk also grabs another towel to drape over Shanks's shoulders, under the guise of his hair dripping but more to make him comfortable by concealing what's left of his arm under there.
"You're making a mess," is what Mihawk eventually says quietly to excuse his manhandling. Dripping everywhere and tracking water across the tiles. It's like bathing a golden retriever. Honestly...
"Thank you, friend," he answers easily, lips curling up into a smile. He'll pretend that the gestures are indeed simply because he's dripping everywhere, even though they'd already made quite the mess of the bathroom moments ago when Mihawk decided on an impromptu ride.
He shifts his weight a bit, lifts his hand to tip the other's face up -- enough to lean in and seal a kiss over the other's lips before he's off towards the bed.
"You're welcome to make me pay for the mess in any way you see fit," he teases along the way.
Wouldn't he just love that, now? "I am considering it." But mostly he wants to make sure Shanks is well settled in bed and spend some time drying off that hair so he doesn't catch a cold in the middle of the night.
Look how spoiled Shanks is when Mihawk is around. It's frankly unacceptable. Especially when they're both meant to be formidable, menacing, deadly pirates, if the wanted posters promise anything about them.
Oh, he'd undoubtedly love it, whatever it entailed. Mostly. No further limb loss, please... he's having so much trouble filling out the clothes he has already with the one missing.
He huffs out a laugh as he looks up at Mihawk, eyes lingering on him. "You should come a little closer, you know. Keep me warm."
"You didn't seem cold." Mihawk sighs and shuffles in closer. He presses the back of his cool fingers against Shanks's bare skin just to check, and satisfied that Shanks is normal post-bath level of cold, he goes back to fussing over Shanks a bit. Helping him towel dry his hair, making sure he sits up for a while until the dampness is mostly gone.
And then if he absolutely has to snuggle, well. Mihawk will just have to put up with it. He'll try his best not to complain.
"Well, you wouldn't want me to get cold, would you?" Don't be such spoilsport... the snuggling is hardly so bad, even if it means maneuvering a stump out of the way and the brief irritation that flares when he can't... really do this properly. He doesn't have the arm for it.
But he settles the one he does around Mihawk's middle and leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"I suppose you'd be rather cross if I made us messy again..."
"I'll not clean you up again," Mihawk threatens. But no protests against the snuggling. Apparently that's vaguely tolerable. And hey, there are benefits to not having an arm. It won't lose feeling or get pins and needles if he presses himself right up against Mihawk.
He does smell nice now. They both do. It'd be silly to undo all that time spent rubbing each other clean. Even if smelling nice is part of the allure...
It's true. No more dead limbs when they inevitably drift off curled around each other as they are. There's a breath that leaves his lips as he nuzzles his way under Mihawk's jaw and seems to settle a bit, his good arm sliding around his waist to keep him in place.
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"Are you wanting some attention?" He gives a slow smile as he shifts his weight a bit, looking back.
"I could tend to your hair." For all his insistence otherwise, he has learned to do a rather thorough job singlehanded.
The next mention has him pausing, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm afraid I'm not well accustomed. I've been on a crew since I was a child. Seems as though it would be... boring. Lonesome. After a bit." And too much silence to let less favorable memories drift in.
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"I'm quite alright, thank you." Mihawk is a fairly well-groomed cat. His hair doesn't require nearly as much attention as Shanks'. Although you don't hear Mihawk protesting in the middle of the night when there's a hand in his hair, whether it's petting or pulling or scratching his scalp.
"It is a lot of work, I suppose, manning the sails on your own." And everything else that comes with that. Having to keep watch. Feed yourself. Mihawk wouldn't mind a bit of company from time to time, but. A full time crew... well, it seems to be an arrangement that works for everyone else.
"A crew is no place for children, though." And he knows Shanks would have learnt a lot in those formative years, but. Like Shanks, he doesn't much like the idea of taking children out to sea, whatever good lessons they might learn from the experience, even if nothing untoward would ever happen to them as long as they stay by his side.
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But not in a tub.
And not when he's far more interested in nuzzling against Mihawk's jaw, pressing a teasing kiss or two along his neck.
"It isn't." He and Buggy both learned much about the sea, about the life of a pirate, but they'd also grown up too fast, saw too many horrors to name in between all the fun they may have found along the way. He'd never bring a child along for that. Still, he can't quite regret where it's left him either.
"But these waters are harsh to a single man facing them alone all the time. You're always welcome here, whenever you wish to come by, Mihawk."
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Mihawk tips his head to one side, lets Shanks lavish some attention unto his wet skin while fingers that are starting to prune stroke idly up and down the length of his upper arm.
"We ought to get out soon," he laments. They are sufficiently cleaned, and the water is starting to get cold again.
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He does, however, shift to slide out of the tub. Not quite as easy with just a single arm to brace himself with, but-- he makes it out and retrieves some fresh towels for them.
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Pulling the plug, Mihawk lets the water drain and tries to splash some of the foam lines off the walls of the tub with a little bit of fresh water from the faucet before getting up and plucking the towel from Shanks's grasp.
"Thank you." He will need some time to dry out his hair properly, but he makes quick work drying the rest of himself off and wrapping the towel around his hips before he wordlessly offers to do the same for Shanks. He can always untie it with one hand and walk around naked if he so chooses, but Mihawk also grabs another towel to drape over Shanks's shoulders, under the guise of his hair dripping but more to make him comfortable by concealing what's left of his arm under there.
"You're making a mess," is what Mihawk eventually says quietly to excuse his manhandling. Dripping everywhere and tracking water across the tiles. It's like bathing a golden retriever. Honestly...
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He shifts his weight a bit, lifts his hand to tip the other's face up -- enough to lean in and seal a kiss over the other's lips before he's off towards the bed.
"You're welcome to make me pay for the mess in any way you see fit," he teases along the way.
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Look how spoiled Shanks is when Mihawk is around. It's frankly unacceptable. Especially when they're both meant to be formidable, menacing, deadly pirates, if the wanted posters promise anything about them.
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He huffs out a laugh as he looks up at Mihawk, eyes lingering on him. "You should come a little closer, you know. Keep me warm."
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And then if he absolutely has to snuggle, well. Mihawk will just have to put up with it. He'll try his best not to complain.
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But he settles the one he does around Mihawk's middle and leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"I suppose you'd be rather cross if I made us messy again..."
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He does smell nice now. They both do. It'd be silly to undo all that time spent rubbing each other clean. Even if smelling nice is part of the allure...
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"Fine, you win this time, I suppose."