Shanks, probably sensing his train of thought, explained. The last time he had tried to pay for an instrument Buggy had ripped it away and told him he had as much aptitude in playing the trumpet as the captain had for cooking.Ĭonsidering the last time he had tried to cook for the crew, the key word being ‘tried’, he had set the kitchen on fire, and had been banned from ever stepping even a toe into the area, said enough about everything. He didn’t know Shanks had an interest in music. In the end, it seemed he came to a decision as he answered. He watched as Shanks regarded him, his eyes narrowed and a fang biting his lips as he seemed to mull over his thoughts. He may be a ‘D’ but he was a ‘D’ with some common sense, thank you very much. Rayleigh had always told him that he was too pushy, too noisy for his own damn good and Roger agreed he was curious and wanted to know about this person or about that thing, even if that meant shoving himself into someone’s personal space. But Roger didn’t push instead, he let himself lean back until his back hit the wood, his head bumping against the railing. Shanks knew what he was asking about but almost seemed reluctant to share, a leftover remnant from his life on the streets. Roger didn’t even need to say anything, he just grinned his trademark grin, the one that was on his bounty poster, and raised an eyebrow. That finally got his attention, and he swung his head back and forth, the straw hat which had been Roger’s long ago but was now Shanks almost falling off until his eyes finally landed on Roger who loomed over. Roger, now thoroughly curious, walked where he plopped down hard beside the boy. Though both were always scarce to find when it came to their chores. But it was always Buggy who had to drag Shanks for his lessons.Īnd it was Shanks that had to drag Buggy away from his books and maps for training and their daily physical activities. Not to say Shanks wasn’t smart, the boy was he had a sharp intelligence that would grow only sharper with age and experience. It was Buggy who was the studious one of the two always reading, always thinking, always asking questions, and then walking away with a sharp retort when the answer wasn’t to his liking. He was up to something, that was for sure. Some smirked while others rolled their eyes but Roger? He kept his eyes trained on the small red-haired boy. “Shanks, what are you reading there? I haven’t seen you this quiet since the time you got a concussion!” There is a bout of roaring laughter from many of the men who were on the deck but Shanks didn’t respond, didn’t even show any signs he had heard his nakamas’ question, and kept his nose firmly in a green-and-red leather bounded book.
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