(Just like Koby hadn't been touched in a long time, Mihawk similarly hadn't touched anyone in a long time either. And similarly, he absently is fascinated by how warm Koby is. His mind wanders briefly, shamefully, to Shanks, before he's focusing back on hair that is too pale and a body that is too slim. There was nothing similar at all between them except the mere fact that both men could now say that they had experienced a gentle touch by none other than Dracule Mihawk.
How embarrassing.
He tears the shirt easily before lightly swatting Koby's arm just beneath the wound.)
Unfold your arms, cadet. Let me wrap this up before you decide to sulk.
(Even without any antiseptic, he wanted to get some pressure on that wound. Koby wasn't about to bleed out, but bleeding never worked in anyone's favor.)
My, Marines truly are spoiled, aren't they? A first aid kit. Very well then. We can always look about and try to find you something more satisfying than good liquor. (Brats are so ungrateful these days!)
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How embarrassing.
He tears the shirt easily before lightly swatting Koby's arm just beneath the wound.)
Unfold your arms, cadet. Let me wrap this up before you decide to sulk.
(Even without any antiseptic, he wanted to get some pressure on that wound. Koby wasn't about to bleed out, but bleeding never worked in anyone's favor.)
My, Marines truly are spoiled, aren't they? A first aid kit. Very well then. We can always look about and try to find you something more satisfying than good liquor. (Brats are so ungrateful these days!)