“You’re drunk, Chris.” “And you aren’t?” “No.” Chris stared at Captain Wesker, in the dim, hazy light of the bar. There were a dozen empty beer bottles in front of them, but Chris couldn’t remember which were his, and which[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Crocodile wouldn’t have let anyone else in the world wash his hair but he was too tired to argue when Daz offered to do it for him on the ship as they sailed away from Marineford. “It hasn’t been washed[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Hold still, please.” Ryuunosuke’s words were gentle but firm, like his grip on Barok’s hand as he wound the bandage. Barok had a sour looking pout on his face. He watched the bandage stain red, as the Japanese lawyer tended[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…