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Shanks groaned, rubbing a hand across his face as he sluggishly rolled out of bed. His eyes were throbbing, his brain felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer and beaten it to mush. His mouth was drier than a desert. All in all, they were the familiar symptoms of a hangover.
When Shanks’ eyes landed on his messy table, he frowned. It wasn’t like him to be this untidy. He shuffled over to it. There was Mihawk’s letter, half written—he ought to finish it later. An envelope with Marco’s name on it and a few pictures of his dick—his what.
Shanks doubled back. He rubbed his eyes.
Nope, they were still there.
Oh no. No no no no no.
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Well, this is a surprise.
Mihawk thumbed through the seventeen lascivious photographs that came in Shanks’ most recent letter.
My, he didn’t think the redhead had it in him to be this bold. He’d been dancing around him for a little over three months now and Mihawk was starting to question if his flirtations had held any meaning behind them.
But this. Shanks couldn’t have made his message any clearer than that.
Mihawk let his lips curl into a wicked grin. It’d be terribly rude of him not to reply in kind.