Absolutely unhinged hot take
I know that like. Technologically, it makes NO sense to have video game systems, but hear me out here.
Cross Guild gets contacted by a smuggling black market business for a partnership between goals. It would be mutually beneficial. Crocodile handles most of the meeting, between his general demeanor and also because he knows the boss of the other group from his Baroque Works days. The guy offers a gift as a sign of good will, a VERY expensive gift at that to demonstrate his ability to perform and make profit. It's essentially a flex on his part.
Croc can't actually decline it, lest he be rude. He also can't throw it away. Ergo, he makes a show of passing it off to Buggy.
The item in question? A specialty made game system designed for entertainment. It's got the same viewing and audio capabilities as the transponder snails, but it offers far more - interactive tech, a plethora of game options, etc. These things are RIDICULOUSLY expensive, circulating only in the highest echelons of society.
Buggy has always wanted to get his hands on one. After the meeting, Buggy and smuggler boss man discuss the system- Buggy quite bluntly asks if they have schematics of them. Smuggler nods, and offers one to Buggy with a charming smile. "On the house for a lovely man such as yourself."
Buggy, blinded by his own excitement of a New Toy To Tinker With, completely misses Croc and Mihawk tensing with dark scowls.
They manage to interject themselves into the exchange, and later on,Crocodile asks Buggy to 'set the damned thing up'. They tease him lightly for being a nerd, but they remain as he browses the catalog.theyfind a dance game. Buggy thinks it sounds fun.
He plays it.
He absolutely KILLS IT.
He stands there in his tight little yoga capris and crop top, hair almost windswept, cheeks pink, a light sheen of sweat, absolutely beaming.
Mihawk and Crococodile are white knuckling their pants legs or the armrest respectively.
Buggy now has a new fun pass time!
Croc and Hawk, meanwhile, have a few realizations, crises, and a love-hate relationship brewing with a little game system.
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RAW anon. Yes Man trusts you and specifically you to do maintenance. It takes a while. Initially he only does self repair, but he gets an internal issue that requires someone who can look directly inside of him, a repair that needs to be done by someone with smaller hands than securitrons. An he asks, and you understand the monumental effort and trust. So you are slow, and delicate, very deliberate and gentle with every movement. And overtime, though he still needs you to be gentle and careful, it becomes like a second nature for him to ask you. Of course he trusts you, Monnie. Who else would he trust? You're special. You're his repairer. He only trusts you.
oh my god. oooooh my god. anon what are you doing to meeee. STOPPPPPP STOP SAYING WORDS TO ME IM GONNA LOSE MY MINDDDD
oughhh just knowing,,, he would trust me like that,,, him being so uncomfortable. but knowing i would never hurt him or do something he didnt want. oh my godd. feeling the heat coming off of his chassis. hearing his little involuntary beeps and clicks... oh my god. stop stop it please
DO YOU KNOW HOW TOUCHING THAT WOULD BE??? like realistically he could always just transfer to another securitron model. one thats undamaged. but like.. letting me repair him. anon i dont think yoj understand how special and intimate that is. im gonna hurl
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Do you think Mary, in an attempt to grieve in her own way, imagined she was wrapping her baby in a swaddle while wrapping Jesus in his burial shroud? That she spoke to him as a young mother would when soothing her child, but not to comfort him but instead herself? Do you think that her hands remembered tucking Jesus into bed each night as he grew and wrapped him in that burial shroud like muscle memory, now viewing that innocent act with a more tragic perspective? A woman burying her own child and trying, grasping for those last few moments with him. Holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd be okay wherever he ends up? Praying that it was anyone but him? That it should've been her instead of him, just this once even though she knew from the start he was doomed to this fate?
– Verna 🐇
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