The one he -- a liking? Really? [In spite of his resolution to remain impassive, Koby is powerless against the genuinely delighted reaction he has to the idea that Garp likes him. It's absurd, he shouldn't be believing anything Mihawk says and he definitely shouldn't let his guard down. But all the same -- Koby grins, brief and brilliant, before ducking his head.] I mean -- maybe. He has a lot of recruits, he could mean anyo--
[And then there's the cool edge of a dagger -- a tiny one, but Koby's not stupid, a blade doesn't have to be huge to cause damage, especially in the hands of a master -- under his chin. Koby looks up, no resistance, no hesitation. His heart is racing, of course, and he absently teethes at his lower lip until Mihawk moves the dagger away. It's an unnecessary reminder who he's dealing with, how careful he should be.
But truthful or not, Koby's always been too honest for his own good. Maybe it's because Mihawk doesn't strike him as the same kind of dangerous as most pirates -- there's a control, a thoughtfulness. Ultimately, there's no reason for Mihawk to waste any time on Koby, violent or otherwise. Convincing him of an alliance, though -- that's a different story.
So, swallowing tightly and squaring his shoulders, Koby tries his best to sound firm, like he actually possesses some authority.] This place is -- going to try to trick us. Daisy, that...clown person, has already been insisting that everything from the real world is a fake. I...think it's wise to stay close, since we remember the same things. It'll remind us not to listen to what this place says or does.
[Mihawk might trust his own emotions, his own mind, but Koby knows himself. He retains knowledge about danger and risk like a sponge -- it won't take a lot to send him spiraling. He needs that reminder that it wasn't fake. That he isn't fake. So, a little softer:] I -- please. At least until we find others. I'll leave you alone then, but. For now. Please.
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[And then there's the cool edge of a dagger -- a tiny one, but Koby's not stupid, a blade doesn't have to be huge to cause damage, especially in the hands of a master -- under his chin. Koby looks up, no resistance, no hesitation. His heart is racing, of course, and he absently teethes at his lower lip until Mihawk moves the dagger away. It's an unnecessary reminder who he's dealing with, how careful he should be.
But truthful or not, Koby's always been too honest for his own good. Maybe it's because Mihawk doesn't strike him as the same kind of dangerous as most pirates -- there's a control, a thoughtfulness. Ultimately, there's no reason for Mihawk to waste any time on Koby, violent or otherwise. Convincing him of an alliance, though -- that's a different story.
So, swallowing tightly and squaring his shoulders, Koby tries his best to sound firm, like he actually possesses some authority.] This place is -- going to try to trick us. Daisy, that...clown person, has already been insisting that everything from the real world is a fake. I...think it's wise to stay close, since we remember the same things. It'll remind us not to listen to what this place says or does.
[Mihawk might trust his own emotions, his own mind, but Koby knows himself. He retains knowledge about danger and risk like a sponge -- it won't take a lot to send him spiraling. He needs that reminder that it wasn't fake. That he isn't fake. So, a little softer:] I -- please. At least until we find others. I'll leave you alone then, but. For now. Please.