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[For those in the town square this fine day, they may find a red blur falling out of the sky and straight into the fountain with a loud scream and a crash. Grell is back in Luceti, looking like a drowned rat, and none too pleased to be here.]

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME SOMEWHERE RATIONAL?!

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...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.

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Milk and honey. I'm in a decadent mood after the horror of this morning.

Wow both--?

I see. Both it is then.

[And he'll head right over there.]

[Grell answers the door when he arrives in a lace trimmed bathrobe. Something about her hair seems off even if it's still wet. It doesn't quite sit right and it could almost be called a bad hair day. The only saving grace is that the moisture keeps it down for now.]

It's been a trying day, as you can see.

Getting put in a fountain will do that.

Were they rough on you otherwise? [Towel, and tea for you and don't mind Smoker noticing that bathrobe. Rawr.]

[Towel immediately goes around the neck and, with tea in hand, she kisses his cheek and turns to head back toward the living room.]

Unimaginably, but at least it hasn't left me harmed, or worse; human again.

[She pauses by the couch and looks back over her shoulder.]

No offense, darling. I'm simply not as partial to the actual heartbeat as I am to the figurative one.

[Shrugs.] None taken. [Goes to make himself at home on her couch. He's terrible and all that.]

I'd rather they didn't mess with you, so long as you're happy, but you're right, it could have been a lot worse.

[Which has him (over)thinking to figure out their plots.]

[Trying to towel dry and calm her hair down, Grell watches Smoker take up residence on her couch.]

I should think we'd both prefer they left me well enough alone, but it seems they can't keep their hands off me anymore than you can.

[STUPID HAIR, STOP BEING UNMANAGEABLE!! Grell huffs and keeps trying to smooth it out.]

Now, why is it that this Heart Pirate is such a danger to you and what did he do?

Hah. Should I be jealous? [... Because he is now. Jsyk.]

Law is... Tch. A lot stronger than he looks. I don't think he's up to that point yet, but don't take him lightly. At the moment he hasn't really done anything. Other than use my cuffs for sex games. And probably something else I can't figure out. At Marineford he helped Straw Hat escape in a submarine, and there's a lot I haven't unlocked yet in Punk Hazard back home. Law's involved somehow, but I don't know how yet.

And the Whitebeard pirates give me space if I give them theirs, the former Gecko Moria pirate I don't care about, and the Straw-Hat crew know they're my prey [And keep saving his life, but that's another story...] Trafalgar though... He's dangerous. [Shrug.]

Only if you think they can outdo you. [She slides onto the arm of the sofa, crossing one leg over the other with a flirty wink.

The information he gives her is interesting and she files away each piece, raising an eyebrow at 'sex games' with an amused smile. Nico Robin and Trafalgar Law, hm? Kinky. But if Smoker is content to let them be, then Grell will do the same - until one of them crosses a line.]

Dangerous even for you? Ooh, now he has my attention. Perhaps I should pay him a little visit? I do so love a little brush with death.

[Smirks at that and leans an arm around her waist.] Guess that just leaves the other concern then.

[And a small snort.] He's got a very high level of haki by my time, here I'm not sure, just stay on your guard either way. The devil woman herself is no small foe either.

Concerned for me? [She smirks over the rim of her cup as she drinks the tea.] How cute of you. I'll be sure to watch myself around them, but should you need a hand, you know I'm always happy to help.

I appreciate that, love.

[Flushes a little for no apparent reason.]

So long as you don't get hurt, I don't really care what they do too much.

Unless you think they can kill Death, I'd be more concerned for them than me.

[She reaches up, still trying to smooth the frizz of her hair down.]

Ugh, maybe I do need to visit the shops for something. This is simply unbearable.

He is called the Death Surgeon.

[Watches this thing with the hair.]

Is it? It just looks big. Isn't that good? [... :| /Epic fail.]

But not the Death Killer.

[Just pointing that out. Grell gives Smoker a look and goes back to trying to smooth her hair out with one hand.]

I'm afraid the "afro" doesn't come into style. Ever.

Probably. [But he'd hate to have her prove to be the first one.]

[... She's not going to understand this but it's a man's code in One Piece.]

[He shakes his head.] Don't question the power of afro.

[Sigh, whateva' man. Power don't mean style. /z-snap]

Fiiiiine, but it isn't a style for me and it isn't one I wish to try anytime soon.

Is there even a product to help that?

[He knows so much about hair. Clearly. I mean you remember his spiky days right? And now... Well some might argue it's an improvement but not all, definitely.]

There's a product to help with everything.

[And yup, she accepts you as you are, Smoker, crazy hair and all. Grell leans over and musses Smoker's hair up in revenge. If her hair can't look nice, neither can his. 8( ]

I just have to find it.

[It's seen worse.]

Where would it be? Item shop or something? Or at you hoping someone has it?

[Looks up at that hand like a grumpy bull mastiff at someone playing with his ears.]

[Probably, yes. She looks down at him bemused and sips her tea again.]

It's there. Someone spoke to me earlier about it and threatened my life should I take it all. I'm almost tempted to try it. He had the most amazing red locks.

[His ears just flick.] Oh? Who's that? He can't have that good of hair if he's that desperate.

[Uhuhuhuhu. /trolls]

Oh, but it was gorgeous. It's obvious he takes care of it. [Sigh] Hair red as blood. You know how I adore the colour.

[Slight huff.] Your own hair's better though, I'm sure.

Normally, I would agree with you. [She fingers the ends of her still damp hair.] But since coming back, it seems to be misbehaving terribly.

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