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I am moving blogs.
It’ll have the same URL as this one, so I’ll make a link once it’s up.
BLOG IS UP!
I am moving blogs.
It'll have the same URL as this one, so I'll make a link once it's up.
"Oh, it is? Sorry. Snags, then." Well, that was easily resolved. "Y’coulda just told me it was important to ya, stupid. Then we wouldn’t have this problem. What happened, anyway? That looks kinda like it hurts." Obviously it didn’t, if the mako was so blasé about it, but it still looked uncomfortable. He’d gotten a fish hook in his lip before, and that had been excruciating, so he could only imagine how it felt on the most sensitive part of a shark’s body.
"Chum. The name's Chum." He responded, an annoyed look on his face. Chum then did his best to fix his eyes on the hook in his nose. "Yeah, it hurt. But I still like treatin' it like a trophy. Got caught with an angler. Guess who won. " He went on sarcastically, still holding a grudge.
"Wh…Really, mate?" Chum asked, his eyes widening.
Chum smirked and brought Meg into a warm, soft hug. “I appreciate ya too, love. Truly.” He said with a sincere tone, patting her back with one hand. “Also, I’m always free if ye want to do that last bit.” He chuckled.
"Mmm, I certainly am lucky," Meg smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "As for the band’s, I just got Rammstein’s Rosenrot album." She quickly kissed his cheek. "Care to listen to it with me?"
Chum nodded and released Meg from the hug, staring down at her. "I'd love to, mate." He smiled warmly, looking in the way where Meg's house was. "Shall we?" He asked in a posh accent, holding out his arm.
"I ain’t gonna play nice, either. How ‘bout I clap your gills or grab your nose, Cap’n Hook? You think I don’t know how sharks work, I’ve been sailin’ for years now!" he retorts, glaring at Chum. "How’s a boat gettin’ in your way, anyhow, you can swim under, can’t ya?"
Chum snapped. He barged up the snake, giving a small bite as he approached angrily. “What did ye call me?!" He barked, going nose to nose with the other.
Which results in Luffy trying to, as he said, grab Chum’s nose. If successful, the blockage to the receptors on the mako’s nose may be even worse than they would be with a normal human being, since Luffy is made entirely of an effective electrical insulator. “Cap’n Hook. S’matter, Snags, you got a bone to pick with me?”
Chum squirmed out of Luffy's grip, shaking his head quickly to get the feel of his hands off of his nose and out of his head. "I ain't a 'Cap'n Hook'. Got it? This thing is a pretty damn important thing ta' me." He explained harshly. Chum rarely cursed; he only did when he was really angry.
And boy, were there more words he could have said to this fellow.
"I ain’t gonna play nice, either. How ‘bout I clap your gills or grab your nose, Cap’n Hook? You think I don’t know how sharks work, I’ve been sailin’ for years now!" he retorts, glaring at Chum. "How’s a boat gettin’ in your way, anyhow, you can swim under, can’t ya?"
Chum snapped. He barged up the snake, giving a small bite as he approached angrily. "What did ye call me?!" He barked, going nose to nose with the other.
At the mako’s proposal, Bruce only raised a brow, giving the other a knowing look.
"Ye honestly think ye two can actually get me outta the water…” the great white asked, the smirk on his face making no effort to leave his lips.
Chum gave the idea a little more thought. Okay, maybe he wouldn't get as far as he himself got, but...it was worth a shot. With Anchor, who actually had quite a bit of muscle, could get Bruce a few feet out of the water. Maybe.
"Well...yeah. I mean, it's worth a shot, yeah?" He shrugged, looking up at the surface. "You'll jus' gotta be really close to the surface if ye wanna get somewhere." He chuckled.
"Wh…Really, mate?" Chum asked, his eyes widening.
"Well, just telling the truth," the woman warmly chuckled. "God knows I have very little friends or people that stick around for long so… I really do appreciate you, Chum." She grinned at him sideways. "That and who else will listen to hardcore bands with me?"
Chum smirked and brought Meg into a warm, soft hug. "I appreciate ya too, love. Truly." He said with a sincere tone, patting her back with one hand. "Also, I'm always free if ye want to do that last bit." He chuckled.
Chum backed away at the aggressive tone in the being’s voice, but regained himself at the insult. “Oi, what’re ye callin’ me?!” Chum shouted, swimming up the them.
"I’ll be callin’ you sashimi if ya don’t back off!" Luffy snaps, baring his fangs for effect. Nothing like the snaggled set of dental weaponry Chum boasted, of course, but maybe a shock. "Who’s gettin’ in whose way, here?"
Chum looked around with a snicker, dipping his head slightly. "I'm on my way ta' get a snack, an' yer' in me way, mate! Don't test me 'ere; I ain't one ta' play nice." He warned, bearing more of his teeth.
"Wh…Really, mate?" Chum asked, his eyes widening.
"Yes, maybe- just a little bit?" she grinned. "You’re… pretty sweet, Chum."
Chum looked down and shuffled a bit back, then looking up at Meg with a small blush and a cheeky grin. "Ya'know yer' pretty sweet for sayin' that, Meg." He muttered.
In the midst of a project right now No Sssweat remix by Enter Shikari.
How would you know what a department is? You're a shark!
"That don't mean we ain't institutional!"
The angler called. They want their hook back.
"Th' joke department called. They said ta' stop stealin' from the reject pile."
"Wh...Really, mate?" Chum asked, his eyes widening.
Does your hook ever annoy you? Does it get caught on things a lot?
"Not really. It's a part o' me now!"