Fishing around. ♠︎ Delliinger

   Dellinger’s odd behaviour had the handler attention, even while they were walking, eyes were more focus on the young man. Something was truly entertaining for Greaves, maybe it won’t in the long-term. At the moment though, the young man was amusing to watch, from his exaggerated reactions, his words, his pride and curiosity. Playing with it all was amusing to the handler who kept a stoic façade, only an amused smile stretching on the corner of his lips from time to time.

   If the young man liked trouble, the handler didn’t mind it either, sometimes provoking it for the sake of killing the boredom that would constantly come back to wrap him. He let a soft chuckle as Dellinger let his excitement shine once more, giving a few guesses to what he possibly could bring for his master. Not exactly for the factory and certainly not anything linked with one of the top commanding officers. An amused sigh escaped the handler’s lips, frowning slightly at the suggestion.

   “I don’t think Doflamingo would find it amusing that I bring something meant to bully members of your family.” Greaves was some sort of killer joy and certainly not fun during parties, but he took his job seriously. Again, he was a man who knew his clients desires and needs, with a duty to fulfil them if they asked. Yet, he looked back at Dellinger with a smirk stretching on his lips. 

   “Though you know you can contact me if you ever wish to have such item~.”

    Dellinger was beginning to realize that getting answers that were any more valuable than vague hints at what he really wanted to know was going to be quite the challenge. It made him pout, frankly, with brows knitting into an apex on his forehead and lower lip jutting outward for a moment before his expression was wiped clean once again. He could get angry all he liked, but that wouldn’t change anything about how the conversation was going.

     He didn’t even really have the option of beating the answers he wanted out from the guy. Dammit. The Younger Master wouldn’t be too happy with having a contact in the palace renderd into a bloody pulp. He’d just have the waste the time getting the blood off the floor and out of his way.

     “Mmm...” he started, thinking over what he was told. It was true that outsiders weren’t allowed to do much of anything that compromised the honor of the Donquixote Family, but whose to say that a little teasing between family members wasn’t allowed? Dellinger himself wasn’t below a good laugh at the expense of someone else. So long as it wasn’t about Pica-sama’s voice. Everyone knew that wasn’t a topic to willingly bring up.

     “So what is it?” he asked, redirecting the topic back to what he deemed most important. “Something for the Toy House? Did Sugar run out of olives? again?”

ＯＰ詰め込み by 七個

[☠] - “Well—”

“Nothing at all. Yohoho—”

     “Oooo~ I get it! Since you’re a skeleton you don’t have a brain anymore, so you just do mindless tings! Kyahaha!”

I don’t think I can express how much more I love him after the last chapter.

imagine how often he has to wash that bloody hat/helmet tho

Fishing around. ♠︎ Delliinger

   Dellinger happily step down to lead the way to the Royal Palace, Greaves adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and followed the teenager. Eyes took the liberty to gaze from head to toe his eccentric guide, quick amused smile stretching on the corner of his lips. Shoe fetish, extravagant manners, no doubt that the young officer was quite unusual, then again the all Donquixote family happen to be a set of interesting and original characters. He lifted hishead up when the young man confirmed that he learned all he knew with the pirates and Greaves wasn’t surprised, nodding to acknowledge the young man’s answer.

   His connection with his family was something the handler envied and understood, when you grow up and taken care of by people, even if they had plans behind or not, you felt like you owe them something. They shared and teach you about the world and skills that would come handy to face the world around you. Families shaped you, make you a better person to a certain standards and you believe that you were that good of a person. Standards, like taste were subjective. At least Dellinger embraced it and enjoyed it, no wonder his loyalty and admiration for people like Doflamingo.

   The question about the delivery was brought back, he only half-smiled, “You’re determined to get to the bottom of it aren’t you?" He said amused. "I’m bringing an item your master will be interested in.”

     It wasn't merely the idea of paying back all that had been given to him that had kept Dellinger loyal to the Donquixote family, though it was admittedly part of it... It was the idea that he had been given a family that he cherished above all else and who cherished him in return. Without the Young Master having taken him in at such a young age, there was no telling where the hybrid would have ended up, or if he would have even been alive at this point to begin with. It was loyalty and gratitude and the act of taking care of his own, even if they weren't blood related.

     Hands clasped behind his back and shoulders straightened pridefully as he walked, he gave an enthusiastic nod to the question that had been asked of him. He couldn't be blamed for his childish curiosity, could he? After all, he had been told many times over that he was at that age where getting into trouble came naturally, especially for one like him who happened to be almost attracted to it. Trouble was just funner.

     "Oh~?" he chimed easily, looking a little over his shoulder at the elder man as they walked. The Reaper looked a little proud of himself, for whatever reason, but that wasn't about to stop Dellinger in his tracks. "More stuff for the factory or something to bully Trebol-sama with~? Kyahaha! That'd be funny, don't you think?"

4 Feathers Were Plucked

Resting his head, Marco lay back down into his comfortable and nested position, watching the young blonde turning away from him- If his…unexpected guest was done, then he was welcome to leave. After all, it was the horned boy who had ruined his sleep in the first place. 

"Nhn.. don’t get your heel stuck in the ground on your way, yoi"

     Oooo--!! The Young master would certainly be hearing about this! Disrespecting the Donquixote family like that... it was unheard of! No residual Whitebeard pirate would be left alive after this, that's for sure.

    "Kyahh!! I'll be back! And you're going to be chicken wings when I'm through with you!" he snapped, stomping off with more dramatics than was necessary.

He couldn’t understand the initial display of anger and his brows furrowed in mild confusion. Then upon the mention of the horns, which didn’t appear to be part of the hat, had his brows lifting up towards his hairline. Silas stared a while longer, curiosity growing in spite of the other’s apparent violent streak.

A gesture finally got the raptor off, though Ra looked a bit too proud of the circumstance, who then perched back on Silas’ shoulder after a casual flap of wings.

"I’m s-sorry," he tried saying again, worrying a lower lip while his gaze remained trained on those peculiar horns. Were they that sensitive as well? What was this guy?… Silas would have considered asking but the blond had a sort of temperamental aura going on.

"But I-I don’t think he sc-… scratched them or anything. Th-They should be… okay."

     Dellinger's teeth ground together angrily -- he was almost sure the sound of bone against bone would have been heard clearly around them with how loud it sounded in his head. Stupid bird, stupid guy; did they even know who he was?! The boy could have skewered them as payment for making him look the fool, but he knew the Young Master would be less than happy with causing a disturbance in the middle of town...

     Thankfully the bird had just enough brains to listen to its master, and with a flap of its overly large wings (and a dramatic duck from the blond to avoid being smacked in the face by feathers), Dellinger no longer had his unwanted companion in tow.

     Huffing, he finally had the opportunity to check for any damage on his horns. Fingertips followed their curve, making sure there were no scratch marks that could possibly cause a weak point for the weapons to break, all the way to the tips where he poked them lightly to ensure they were still sharp.

     "You're lucky he didn't scratch them up! Watch your dumb bird next time!"

わんぴ詰め４＋リク絵 (part 6/7) - By 孤桃

Bartolomeo is just beautiful

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