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To be completely honest, Buggy doesn’t know why he accepted Shanks’ offer. Maybe it was because he was still extremely mad about him betraying him, maybe it was to get his dignity back, maybe he felt like he had something to prove, maybe it was to rub the victory in Shanks’ shit-eating face.

Well, either way, he’s fucked now. The bet (quote taken from Shanks) was, ‘Make Mihawk fall in love with you in a week, and you can burn my ship down yourself’, pretty self-explanatory why Buggy agreed, right? Wrong. The downside was…

‘But if you can’t, you have to go on a date with me.’

Yeah, absolutely vomit-worthy. Buggy had grimaced in the redheads face before slamming his hand on the counter and agreeing. Meeting an old friend enemy at a bar was much more blood boiling then Buggy had previously thought. Eh, turns out, he’s still just as stubborn as ever.

Buggy stepped into Mihawk’s tent. This should be relatively easy, he told himself, as he made his way over to Mihawk. Yeah… easy, just flirt with the worlds best swordsman… what could go wrong? Buggy’s pulled people without even trying before. He accidentally made Cross Guild!! He’s got it!

“Hey Hawky—“

“Get out of my tent before I throw you into the ocean.”

Buggy quickly backed out and exited the room, blinking as it registered how much work this was going to be. He started to panic a little, walking around in circles out side of Mihawk’s tent, muttering words of encouragement and optimism. “Clown, explain to me what you’re doing?” A gruff voice came out, Buggy span around to meet Crocodile, and a shaky smile appeared on his face.

“Croccy! Lovely to uh, make your aquences… aquay… how do you say aqan-ten-…”

“Acquaintance?”

“Yeah… that.”

Well, Buggy was never saying acquaintance ever again.

“Are you going to explain why you’re trying to catch your tail like a dog?” Crocodile didn’t seem very happy with him. Though, honestly, Crocodile is never happy to see him.

Buggy didn’t comment on the fact that he didn’t even have a tail. Instead, he played it completely and totally cool. “I’m a fearless Yonko! I’m one of the most feared individuals of the sea! I can do what I please.” Buggy turned his nose up and hoped Crocodile would leave him alone, though as soon as the spike of a hook tipped his chin up, his heart raced and he dropped his fearless look.

“You better watch who the fuck you’re talking to, clown, before I give you something to fucking fear.” Crocodile’s face was inches away from his own, his eyes boring into his own. The smell of a cigarette flooded his nostrils, making his nose scrunch slightly.

Buggy sank back and his smile faded, he quickly floated his hands up to pull at Crocodile’s hook, hoping to get it away from his neck. Even if he couldn’t be stabbed or shot, he could still be bruised and bloodied.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry, please!! Please—“ Buggy didn’t really care about throwing cowardice at Crocodile, the asshole often caught it any way. Men like Crocodile don’t mess, they want to see people groveling at their feet, and Buggy doesn’t mind obliging as long as his ass is safe.

“You’re on thin ice, clown.” Crocodile whispered right in front of his face, Buggy could practically feel his breath on him. He put up a wobbly smile as Crocodile’s hook slid from under his neck, and he sighed in relief. He made sure to keep his hands to himself and bite his tongue to make sure he didn’t do anything else to make Crocodile angry.

Crocodile shot a disgusted look at him before turning around and leaving, his massive frame hulking off. Buggy visibly deflated and pulled at his collar, gulping. This whole Cross Guild thing wasn’t as exciting as he’d pictured. Him in charge, the two men by his sides, a massive army of supportive followers.

Well, 1/3. Buggy’ll take it. He made his way back to his own tent, and luckily, found himself face to face with Alvida, who now he thinks about it, may just be the perfect person to talk too. Since her devil fruit made her all hot and desirable and what not, she could probably throw him some tips and tricks.

“You look messy, what happened?” She simply stated, before turning around and shuffling through her stash of gold she’d been given by the massive crew they’d gained. Buggy decided to ignore her personal insult and instead focused on getting her to help him.

“So, I have to make Mihawk fall in love with me.” Buggy grinned, waiting for her to start coming up with a plan, or waiting for her to train him. Instead…

“How delusional can you get?” She snickered at him, placing a golden bracelet on her wrist and then sorting through the pile, placing an amethyst one on her other wrist. Buggy frowned immediately at the turn-down. What happened to supportive crew members? Huh?!

“Excuse me! Are you not even gonna question WHY?” Buggy crossed his arms as she kept sorting through the pile like a raccoon. Alvida looked up at him through her sharp eyelashes and smirked at him, then looked back towards the pile.

“I know you, Bugs. You’re gonna be thinking, ‘If I can get this powerful man in love with me, I can rule the world’, and as truthful as that may be, you’re not nearly attractive enough to pull Dracule Mihawk.” Then, she turned around with the same smirk on her face.

“No offense.”

Buggy stared at her, hands clenched, shoulders tense. “Excuse me?!” He screamed, and then she rolled her eyes at him. For starters, she doesn’t know what Mihawk’s into! His type could very well be loud, obnoxious, annoying-…colourful… clowns…

Oh.

Buggy didn’t wipe the frown off of his face but he untensed. “You’re wrong, by the way. This isn’t one of my flashy and spectacular ideas, it was a bet.” Buggy turned his nose up at her and she laughed, she laughed rather loud. Buggy clenched his fists again, the tips of his ears starting to go pink.

“What’s so funny?!”

“Bugs! You’re so stupid! What did you bet?” She wiped away some tears in her eyes, fixing her stupid lipstick as Buggy stumbled over his words in an attempt to make himself look better.

“Shanks said—“

“No way you made a bet with that oaf.” The laughing stopped and she looked dead into Buggy’s eyes. Now, it was Buggy’s turn to laugh. Laugh really really nervously.

“Aha… ha…”

“BUGGY!!!” She screamed at him, hitting him over the back of his head, causing his massive hat to fall off and bounce off the tent floor.

“Hey! I was responsible. He said if I make Mihawk fall in love with me in a week, then I can burn his ship down.”

“… you’re such an idiot.”

“Hey?!”

She gave him a look and picked up his hat, then dusted it off and placed it on the hat rack. Alvida rubbed a hand across her temples, and then looked up at Buggy, her eyes annoyed. “What was the downside?” She snapped.

“Bold of you to assume there’s a down—“

“What is it?”

“… gotta go on a date with him.”

“You’re such an idiot, Buggy. This was a direct attempt to get you back, it’s so obvious. No wonder he said you could burn down his ship, he’s known you since you were… what, like five?”

Buggy held his breath to make sure he doesn’t blurt out anything else. Okay, so him and Shanks may have dated when they were teens. Okay, and maybe Shanks never really got over their break up. And okay, Buggy admits it, this may have been a direct attempt from Shanks to get Buggy back.

But seriously?! Burning down the Red Force?! How awesome would that be?!!!

“But think about it! If I win—“

“You won’t win!!!” She shouted at him, she above all others wasn’t very fond of Shanks. Mostly because she’s very fond of Buggy, and Buggy likes to… emphasize a little, on how awful Shanks was.

“Mihawk has never dated. Guess who knows that? Shanks.”

…

Buggy’s face paled as he stared at her, she looked completely serious.

“Shanks knows that Mihawk will never fall in love, let alone with you. This is the most rigged— UGH! Buggy, I love you, but you are the most gullible—“

“But he might—“

“Mihawk will never love you, Bugs. He doesn’t like anyone. The only person he even slightly likes is Crocodile, and that’s because he’s extremely powerful, and because he hurts you very often.”

Buggy walked out of that tent feeling extremely stubborn and extremely petty.

Probably wasn’t one of his best ideas to turn around and walk right into Dracule Mihawk’s tent, unarmed. He kind of forgot to knock, like always. Mihawk glared at him out of the corner of his eye which made for a very judgy side-eye Buggy didn’t deserve.

“Hawkeye!” Buggy opened his arms momentarily before he blinked and somehow Mihawk had grabbed Yoru, unsheathed it, and swung it right against Buggy’s bare neck in the matter of a second.

“What do you want, clown?” Mihawk hissed, his eyes piercing into Buggy’s own. “I thought I told you to stay out of my tent.” His eye twitched and Buggy felt himself sink back. Mihawk’s face hardened “I swear to God, if there’s ANY bad news—“

“No bad news!”

“So what the fuck are you disturbing me for? What do you want?” As soon as Mihawk said that, Buggy swallowed, trying to shoot his shot!

“You!—“

First attempt didn’t go so well, he walked out of that tent with an fat egg on his head, it swelled really fast and Buggy winced every time he touched it. It’s fine! Buggy has six more days. Six…

HE’S FUCKED.

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Day 2, forget about yesterday, fresh new start. Buggy’s so… ready for this.

He was holding an armful of different gifts that he’d been given by his fans that he didn’t want. An expensive watch, some gross wine (Mihawk shouldn’t mind that it’s half gone) and some slippers Buggy already had a duplicate of. He looked over his selection again and smirked, feeling pretty good with himself.

“You going somewhere, clown?”

Crocodile. Buggy would be lying if he said he didn’t jump out of his skin. He chuckled nervously and span round, facing the large man with a trembling smile. “Croco-baby! What’s… hanging!” Buggy awkwardly tried to hide what was in his arms, but Crocodile gave him a flat expression as he chewed on the end of his cigar.

“Answer me, you blundering fool.”

“Yes- I um, I’m just going to go pop in and see Mihawk.” Buggy tried to sound casual, but Crocodile stepped up and tilted Buggy’s head up with his hook, he could feel the cold press of gold and the spike against his chin and shivered. “With all of that?” Crocodile questioned, motioning to all of the gifts Buggy had been attempting to shield from view.

“Aha… ha…”

Crocodile held Buggy’s head up with his hook and grabbed the box with the watch in, grinning as he looked over it. It was an expensive watch, honestly the only reason Buggy didn’t want it was because he couldn’t read clocks. Crocodile flipped the box open with one hand, and when he peered in and saw the watch, he shoved it into his pocket. “Cheers, clown.”

“Wait you—“

“You got a problem?”

Buggy sank back as a Crocodile glared at him? He shook his head and kept quiet, then Crocodile walked away and Buggy frowned, making a face to the back of his head. Fuck him! Gosh… guess Mihawk’ll have to do with half-drunk wine and fluffy slippers, though in Buggy’s humble opinion, he wasn’t quite sure Mihawk would be very appreciative of that.

Buggy cleared his throat, feeling sort of weak in the knees as he strode over to Mihawk’s tent. A couple of soldiers walking by caught sight of him with the gifts and started to whisper, Buggy caught wind of a ‘Crocodile and Mihawk are giving Emperor Buggy gifts! We have to step up too!’ and he almost laughed at the misinterpretation.

Right. Only six more days left. Buggy’s gotta get a move on.

This time, he decided to knock, he wanted Mihawk to at least let him stay for a minute. He floated his head round the corner to check he was coming and then reattached it. “Clown.” Mihawk greeted him, and Buggy swallowed, nodding, holding up the gifts.

Mihawk didn’t say anything, his eyes narrowed and Buggy felt that familiar swirl of fear in his lower stomach, he smiled awkwardly. “These are for you! Some uh” Buggy turned the bottle over so he could read it, “Red-Grape Wine from Yadaku Mountains, and…” Buggy then held up the slippers, “Slippers! We’re matching.”

Mihawk didn’t say anything again, he just stared at Buggy as if he was stupid.

“Slippers.”

“… yeah?” Buggy looked back towards the slippers, feeling a lump begin to form in his throat. Mihawk grabbed the half-empty wine bottle from Buggy and raised an eyebrow, then took the lid off, smelt it, before turning the bottle upside down. The liquid slushed and then all emptied out onto the grass, Buggy winced.

“That’s not authentic.”

Since when was Mihawk a wine expert?! Buggy frowned as he stared at the red patch in the grass, even if Buggy didn’t like the wine, his gift had still failed and gone to waste. Mihawk didn’t even take the slippers, Buggy started to feel his hope fade, and fast, so he hung on.

“Look, look, these are made in China.” Buggy tried to thrust the slippers into Mihawk’s hand, but the warlord grabbed the back of Buggy’s head and pulled their faces closer. His eyes darted from Mihawk’s lips then back to his eyes, those eyes were sick, in the coolest way possible. Buggy gulped.

“Why would I want your cheap slippers, clown?” Mihawk asked, his hat fell on his face perfectly so that shadow faded over half of his face, Buggy tried to keep his composure. “Because we’re partners!” Buggy grinned, attempting to do jazz hands, but Mihawk grabbed his stupid tiny stupid little stupid sword thingy and cut Buggy’s throat with it.

If Buggy wasn’t able to reattach, that would’ve killed him! He swallowed and panicked slightly, thinking he was dead for a minute. It’s not a big deal, he wasn’t hurt, his heart was just pounding incredibly fast.

“I don’t want your charity slippers. I am in this organization because of Crocodile, you are just our mascot.”

Yikes, okay… this felt like some sort of rejection therapy Buggy didn’t sign up for.

“It’s not charity, it’s a gift. They’re really comfy, we can match! I wanna be cool with each other.” Buggy thrusted the slippers back into Mihawk’s hands, and Mihawk sighed before slicing them up into a million different tiny pieces, Buggy’s eyes bulged.

“Leave, clown, if you have no good reason to bother me, then don’t.”

Buggy frowned, trying to think of a way to get through his tough shell. What could he do? What could he say? What could he…

“Your eyes are really pretty.”

“Leave.”

Okay, so that didn’t work, noted.

“Please?? I wanna be friends!” Buggy let himself into Mihawk’s tent, Mihawk stood his ground, a blank expression on his face as Buggy paraded around his place. Mihawk grabbed Yoru from next to his bed and held her up, giving Buggy a glance over before lifting her up and slicing him once more, into very many small pieces.

Buggy screamed then reconnected. “What’s your deal?!” Buggy squealed, then realized who he was talking to and awkwardly floated back down, keeping his place in the food chain. “How small do I have to cut you for you not to reattach?” Mihawk glowered, an angry sullen look on his face. Buggy felt like he hadn’t earned this amount of hatred.

“I’ll always reattach.” Buggy tried a different approach, and slowly approached Mihawk, like a human would a cat. Mihawk didn’t budge once again, he stared Buggy down, his gaze never relenting, like a hawk. How fitting.

“I think we can come to an agreement.” Buggy was pulling words out of his ass, he had no ideas for an agreement, let alone a negotiation. Mihawk raised an eyebrow and swung Yoru back into her sheath. Buggy sighed in relief as he watched her go, but the build up returned once the gaze set back on him.

“What agreement?”

Shit, Buggy didn’t think he’d get this far.

“Um… what do you want?! I’ll do anything! I can get you house seats, I can get you pricey things, I know people! Name the thing you want.”

“I want peace and quiet.”

“Yeah… yeah uh, I can do that.”

“Great. Get out.”

-

Buggy left the tent feeling pretty annoyed with himself, and with Mihawk. He walked away from the tent and over by the sea, kicking the dock post and frowning at the water. Maybe Mihawk would’ve liked the watch at least, y’know, if Crocodile’s greedy ass hadn’t stolen it from him. Crocodile was such an arse, he only cares about himself and—

“What’cha thinking about, clown?”

“Croc-chan! Hah— ah!! Nothing, nothing much, just… just hanging round, doing work, you know me.”

“Work? Is that what you call working? Staring at water?”

Buggy went bright red, he chuckled nervously and stood up, realizing how much of a vulnerable situation he was in. He was right next to the ocean, his biggest weakness, and knowing Crocodile, he would totally push Buggy in at any given moment.

Crocodile smoked the cigar, holding it in his hand and then bringing it down, blowing the smoke in Buggy’s direction. Buggy scrunched up his nose and managed not to cough, he kept the awkward wobbly smile up. Crocodile actually smirked though, Buggy blinked a few times, thinking his eyes were fooling him.

Yep, the corners of Crocodile’s mouth were raised, there was no doubt about that. Buggy rubbed his eyes again, just in case.

“Take care of this for me, yeah?” Crocodile walked closer, his footsteps thudded as he approached Buggy, who seemed significantly smaller in size the closer Crocodile got. Buggy fought the urge to back up or run, and managed to stand his ground, his feet a little wobbly though. The larger man took the cigarette out of his mouth and lowered it down to Buggy’s, then pressed it against his lips.

Buggy parted his lips, mostly from shock, and the cigarette was placed between them, Buggy looked down at the cigar and then back to Crocodile, feeling his cheeks heat up. “Keep it lit.” and with that, Crocodile turned and walked away, adjusting his hook with his hand and glancing at Buggy over his shoulder with a smirk. His sleeve dropped slightly and Buggy gaped, feeling a surge of ‘what the fuck’ course through him, making his cheeks heat up.

The watch was on his wrist.

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In case you were wondering, no, Buggy did not keep the cigar lit. In fact, somehow it went out as soon as Buggy accidentally dropped it, and after desperate attempts to relight it, Buggy just hoped Crocodile would’ve forgotten about it.

Anyway. That was yesterday. Now it was day 3.

When he woke up, he just sort of stared at the ceiling, thinking, debating, coming up with a variety of different plans. None of which seemed likely to work. How do you get the worlds best swordsman and most stoic guy to like you? Like like you? Buggy huffed and covered his face with his pillow before pulling himself out of bed.

He walked over to his dressing table, only in his boxers, which had white and red stripes on. He rubbed his face and groaned, then grabbed his facepaint. He’s gotta look good, maybe then Mihawk’ll at least glance at him. Though according to Alvida, he should dig his own grave right now.

He painted on the bones, then the blue parts over his eye, the finally painted his lips red, moving the brush up and past his lips, creating a wider mouth. He brushed his hair, then yawned and stretched and grabbed his red blanket to wear. He was about to step into it, when all of a sudden—

“WATCH OUT—“

“What the hell are you doing in my tent?!!”

“CAPTAIN— MOVE—“

Mohji was riding Richie, who was obviously startled by something, as he came tearing down Buggy’s tent. Buggy was in his underwear!! He was about to grab his red onesie before—

Richie tumbled over his paw, did a roly-poly, and stamped his muddy, giant, wet paw… right onto Buggy’s signature outfit. Buggy screamed.

Richie quickly took his paw off and kept wailing and thrashing around, Mohji apologized quickly before Richie almost flung him off, he gripped onto the lion’s mane and squealed. The lion roared once more and then ran out of the tent, Buggy wiped his brow, grimacing at the mess they’d made.

What a way to start the morning.

Great, now he has no clothes, because he was supposed to wear that. He sighed and went back to his normal closet, Alvida entered. “Oi, Richie’s freaked out, he saw one of the bananawani, you know the cage is ope—.” She looked around and noticed his red outfit ruined. “Well, that’s a shame.” She said with a blank expression sarcastically, she never really liked that outfit.

“The others are gonna kill me! Red’s supposed to be my signature color.” Buggy tried not to feel embarrassed being in his underwear around her, he looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“I have a red outfit you can borrow.”

“Seriously?! You’re a life saver—“

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be back.”

She walked out to go grab her super awesome and cool red outfit and Buggy sighed, feeling slightly relieved. He chucked his red attire into the wash, as he waited he touched up his hair. He waited until she came back, and when she did, he saw red, and smiled widely.

“You got it! Yes—“

She held up a shirt— or was it a shirt? There were no pant legs, that’s for certain, but a crotch area? Buggy stared, there was a significant hole in the stomach area.

“What is that?”

“You wanted a red outfit, you got one.” She chucked it over to him, Buggy caught it with a separate hand and then floated it back over to him, staring over it. “That’s a bodysuit.” Buggy frowned and raised an eyebrow at her, she shrugged.

“So? You want it or not?” She questioned, Buggy gaped at her.

“Can I cut it?”

“No way!”

“I can’t wear this!”

“You wanna walk around in your underwear all day, or in this?”

Buggy took a deep breath and stared at the outfit. “Okay fine, but get out. I’ll try it on.”

-

To be honest, it was a little tight, mostly because Alvida is like the size of a twig and Buggy is a man. It kind of fit, but he tried not to stretch it out too much. He looked into his mirror and raised an eyebrow at his reflection, there was a cut-out hole of a heart around his stomach, showing off his belly-button.

As suspected, the legs were ALL OUT, even his thighs. He turned around and tried to look at his backside, hoping it wasn’t all out, luckily most of it was covered. This is the worst thing she could’ve offered him.

“You done yet?” She called from outside, Buggy glared her direction. “Er, yeah, I’m done.” Buggy spoke in an annoyed voice and she stepped back in, she smirked as soon as she saw him, letting out a small laugh.

“You look handsome.” She purred, walking closer to him, he fought the urge to cover his face and just stood there, hands on his hips. “You bitch! You knew what you were doing!” Buggy thundered as she giggled.

“You look hot, you’re welcome. I’d smash you.”

“Right. Thanks.”

Buggy backed away from her prying eyes and went over to his closet. “I’m changing. I’ll die in normal clothes at least.”

Alvida scoffed and walked back over to him, Buggy put his hands up defensively in case she tried anything. She chuckled and shook her head. “It looks good, don’t change.”

“I’m not wearing this.”

And so, Buggy picked out another outfit to wear, a plain white shirt, and a pair of great big teal pantaloons, clown style. He had kicked Alvida’s ass out and was about to take the bodysuit off before—

“CLOWN!!!”

Buggy’s face went completely and utterly pale.

Crocodile’s voice boomed out, angrily, loud, scary, intimidating, and basically any other word for absolutely terrifying. He sounded pissed, Buggy ran through a bunch of different things in his mind that he’d done wrong. Tents? Ships? Men? Posters? Art—

He quickly unzipped the bodysuit and was about to grab the other clothes before—

“CLOWN.”

He quickly zipped the suit back up and ran outside to meet Crocodile, his heart racing and mind spinning out of control. What had he done wrong?!

Crocodile was outside the tent, holding a key. Okay? A key, not bad. What was so bad about that?! Buggy slowly walked over and Crocodile’s eyes trailed over him, Buggy watched his expression soften at the sight of his outfit and he felt a lump form in his throat.

“Why do I have this?” He held the key up, Buggy blinked at him for a moment, as if to say ‘how the fuck would I know’ until he properly looked at the key. That was the key to the bananawani enclosure they had installed.

That… was the key… Buggy was supposed to be looking after…

Uh oh.

“did- did I drop-“ He went to go pat his pockets before he realized he’d had an outfit change, then looked down at his lack of coverage and blushed red.

“Yes. You did. You endangered my animals because of your silly mistake.” Crocodile stalked closer to him, Buggy sank back, feeling his heart beat faster, he was going to explode, Crocodile pocketed the key, growling at Buggy, striding towards him.

“AH— I didn’t mean to!!! I’ll do anything! I’m sorry! I’ll lick your boots?!”

Crocodile grabbed his face, smushing it with one hand, his hook trailed from under his chin down past his chest, over his exposed stomach, and down to his hips, piercing the skin through the fabric.

“You’re dressed up?” Crocodile grunted, Buggy wanted a hole to open up and swallow him whole, he wanted to die right here and now (not to Crocodile’s hands though, or, hand and hook).

“I uh- ahha, am… aren’t I? Uh- that’s wasn’t intentional.”

“So you just happened to fall into a bodysuit?”

“Well—…”

Buggy avoided eye-contact, looking away, before he overheard a conversation between two men, they were talking in hushed whispers…

“I’m telling you, Hawkeye likes flowers.”

“No shot.”

“Shot! I’m telling you, I cleaned his tent, found a book of flowers. The page with black roses was bookmarked.”

“Don’t those symbolize death?”

“Yeah.”

“Creepy.”

Buggy felt a zap go through his body, a light ping in his brain, the lightbulb got flicked on, he smiled widely, before realizing Crocodile was still in front of his face.

“Having a dozy?” Crocodile tightened his grip, leaning down so their lips were centimeters away from one another.

“Croco-baby, as much as I’d love to grovel at your feet and beg for my life, which I would, I really have to be somewhere. I’ll be right back.”

Buggy then dashed out of his hands using chop-chop, then reconnected and walked through a bunch of men, stumbling into the crowd of workers. People saluted him and bowed and all that good stuff, but Buggy was only really interested in one thing. He ran towards the men who ordered shipment.

“Hey you!” Buggy puffed his chest out, putting on his commanding voice as the man straightened himself up in Buggy’s presence. “Emperor Buggy, sir!” The man bowed deeply before putting a hand to his heart, the rest of the men followed in suit.

“Yeah yeah, get me a bouquet of black roses, pronto.”

“A- a bouquet, sir?” The man went slightly red and Buggy rolled his eyes.

“It’s for a friend!”

“Ah- yes, of course, right away. Black roses are rare, we probably can’t get them today, Emperor, but we will get them as soon as possible.”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“I’m sorry, sir! We will start the search right now. Men, get the ship ready for boarding.”

Buggy walked away, sulking. There were lots of people staring at him, which usually happened anyway, but today he felt like there were more eyes on him? He kept looking forward, emitting confidence, he heard some people whisper and he snapped his head in their direction.

“Look at his butt”

You’ve gotta be shitting him.

He’d forgotten about the bodysuit.

Buggy almost screamed but he held it together, muttering something about building bombs before rushing off into his tent, he closed the flap behind him and he dashed in front of his mirror, quickly turning around to see his backside. Right, so, good news, it wasn’t all out, or more so: didn’t look like he had a thong on. Bad news? Most of it was out, which is more humiliating than previously thought.

That’s fine. That is like… totally fine. All good. No worries. It’s not like… like e-everyone saw or anything… or… anything.

Buggy fell into a chair, covering his entire face with both hands, screaming. That’s it. He’s staying inside all day. No Mihawk today, he’s too busy being humiliated and shamed.

It’s fine. All good. It’s not like he only has like… FOUR DAYS LEFT or anything.

FUCK!!!