captain migraine

Life is so big, and no one has ever told McGall so seriously that he was expected to "just have a higher IQ than a monkey."

Life is so big, and no one has ever looked at McGall so seriously and heartbreakingly, telling him "If you dare to die recklessly, I will whip you with a whip".

live so big...

One problem McGarr found was that both he and Caesar seemed to be keeping each other as pets.

For Caesar, McGarl thinks he is like raising a husky - let go of his hand and run away, the more you call his name from behind, the faster you run, you can't wait to jump into a taxi on the side of the road, and then tell the driver "Chasing the dog in front of me"; when you're happy, you'll have a fling with you and try to make you happy;

But he is not so ruthless that you really have the heart to throw him on the road.

No, when you fall into someone else's pit and it hurts, this guy will come back, grinning at your enemy, wishing to bite his neck off, and whining around you to be cute, and not mischievous Yes, the waiter delivers newspapers, slippers, etc., I wish I could stay with you and watch over you.

When your injury is healed and your heart melts, this guy will still come over with a big mouth, looking down at you: when you are healed, just roll up and take me for a walk, trash.

It's so challenging, it makes people feel that being abused out of rhythm and pleasure out of abuse.

As for Caesar...

McGarr thinks that in his eyes, he is probably like the monkey who unfortunately died under the gun of Leosa - stretching out the monkey's paw every day and hanging it on his neck as a monkey-shaped decoration, sleeping, eating, bathing and practicing, etc. The series of actions insist on never being separated.

Sitting in the tub, McGarr's mind, which had been fully developed, ran to nowhere, and began to snap his fingers and recall his few past life memories: Are monkeys and dogs compatible?

Until the big dog stretched out its paw, Paji slapped again.

"Come back to your senses, big trash." With a cigarette in his mouth, the man said lazily, "After washing, crawl out by yourself."

As a result, McGarr, who had been lying still for a week, really needed to crawl. Caesar sighed, found a huge blanket from nowhere, hugged him and lifted him up—this posture, right? McGarr might look pretty good as a teenage girl, but when he's a 1.7-foot-[-] guy, he's a bit of a dead pig (…).

The original posture was put back on the original sofa, and the cushions on it had been replaced at some point.

The blanket was shaken off, but as usual, it only covered his white butt.

Only this time, McGarr was allowed to wear his floral underpants to hide his shame.

After a shower, a refreshed McGarl looked around to have some fun for himself, and then looked up to find that Caesar was doing the same—the same here simply refers to the activity of "having fun".

Usually, given Caesar's ferocity, McGarl chooses to entertain himself.But Caesar doesn’t know, he’s better at making fun of others than playing with himself and mud… With a cigarette in his mouth that he didn’t know when he lit, the curving smoke slowly rises from the lit spark Squinting his amber pupils, the man stood by the sofa with his arms folded, staring down at McGaller's back.

Staring at God.

The hairs on McGarl stand on end.

"In three days, it will be the knowledge popularization assessment." Caesar suddenly smiled, and smiled very comfortably, "What do you think?"

"I haven't recovered from a work injury." McGarr said painfully, "Please let me go."

"impossible."

"Then... let's talk about it?"

"dream."

McGarr stopped talking, he knew that Caesar's sudden mention of this must have something to do with it.Sure enough, there was no answer for a long time, and the captain was not in a hurry. He slowly sat down on the sofa, his face was parallel to the comrade walrus lying on the sofa-in the past seven days, whenever they finished fighting, they needed to calm down and make peace During the conversation, the captain will always pose like this.

McGarr thought something was wrong, if it weren't for the limp hands and feet at this moment, he wished he could jump up and rush out the door.

"If you don't want to participate in the knowledge popularization assessment, you can only join the ranks of officials on the Fury." The man said slowly, "What do you think?"

"I am a great walrus officer comrade. With the official position in hand, I have the world."

"At the same time, I am the exclusive slave of Caesar. On my ship, I am the sky."

"..."

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, slaves are one of the people who most need to participate in the assessment." With one hand propped on his chin and the other hand smoking a cigarette slowly, the man pretended to be careless and said, "Well, a friendly reminder Alright, do you know how to make everyone completely forget your identity, and always remember that you are a pirate belonging to Stormrage, not a slave of Stormrage?"

"I don't know," McGarr said, "but... suddenly I don't want to know."

"The answer is—"

"Please don't say it!"

"Tattoo the pirate's totem on your body." Caesar extinguished the tobacco, and his voice sounded calm and unwavering, "Especially when I tattooed it with my own hands."

Sure enough, this is it.McGarl crawled into the sofa—but was pinched by a big hand that suddenly stretched out, and he was forcibly lifted from the sofa. He opened his eyes and found that the handsome dog faces of the big dogs were close at hand, and the tips of their noses They really touched each other's noses, but this time, the man didn't threaten him with harsh words such as "If you dare to get close, you will break your legs".

"Let me tattoo you."

Caesar said lightly.

When he spoke, the breath from his mouth still had the smell of tobacco that hadn't dissipated just now, his face was hidden in the smog, and the light in his amber pupils was faintly visible—only those who have witnessed this scene with their own eyes can understand I deeply understand that when a man who is as hard as a rock suddenly becomes serious and wants to play the avatar technique, it is basically...

Sweep invincible.

McGarl was stunned - he would have almost nodded "YESIDO" had it not been for his proud self-control (which he didn't have) and a blood-red, pain-sensitive heart.

"I'm good at it." The captain was not impatient when he couldn't make a move. He continued to go deep into the temptation slowly, approached McGarr and smiled slightly, "It won't hurt you."

Won't hurt you won't hurt you won't hurt you won't hurt you won't hurt you won't hurt you won't hurt you... …

Please... please hurt.

Turning into a moron in an instant, McGarr, barely retaining the last shred of reason, trembled: "Boat, captain, don't bring such a foul..."

"Ah, that's right. It's not called a foul, and occasionally I want to break the rules."

With a chuckle, Caesar lit another cigarette, his eyes half closed, and he held the cigarette in his hand to his lips.So in McGarl's eyes, only the other party's kissing thin lips remained, and behind the pink Mizusawa's thin lips, the teeth biting the tobacco butt... Different from those messy dead pirates, even if they use tobacco for a long time, God the old man still opened a back door for Caesar—

I have never seen anyone with whiter teeth than him in my life.

So white that only the big white teeth are left in his mind.

McGarl swallowed hard, he could hear his heart beating powerfully, he grasped the soft velvet cushion by his hand, his mind was screaming crazily——

Here comes the furry ears of a big dog sticking out; the fluffy tail of a big dog wagging;

"I won't hurt you."

"why?"

"Well, because I'm not as clumsy as you are."

"Why do you have to tattoo me on my back?" Knowing that the other party was deliberately answering irrelevant questions, McGarl was not angry.Pressing his face against the soft sofa, he continued to ask questions.

"Probably because of the scars on your back that were suddenly formalized for the first time," the man's voice sounded lazy and relaxed, "I left them on."

"……nonsense."

"But probably one day, it will become lighter and shallower as time goes by, and finally disappear completely, right?"

"Ah?" McGarl blinked, and thought the words were weird, and wanted to refute, but found that the other party's fart was justified, so he nodded, "Well, probably."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Caesar smiled vaguely.

"So want to do something to make them stay forever."

"..."

"No matter what I give, the limitation period should be forever."

"..."

It seems that there has been a terrible disaster, and it seems that there is nothing left in this world.

The surroundings were terribly quiet, the sound of seagulls chirping, the sound of wings fluttering, the sound of sailors yelling, the sound of drummers playing music on the deck... disappeared, all disappeared.

The two were so close that McGarl had no doubt that the other could easily hear his shaky heartbeat.In those amber pupils with a growing smile, McGarr knew that his interpretation was correct, the man was determined to win, and he knew that he was wavering, so he stood at the finish line, smiling and waiting for the walrus man to walk towards him step by step, Then raise the only white flag in your hand.

The calloused fingertips gently slid over the pink, newly grown tender flesh on the back of the black-haired young man—the force was very light, and every time the fingertips scratched an inch of skin, goose bumps would stand up all around .

Finally, the finger stopped on the edge of Comrade Walrus's flowery underpants.

Caesar smiled and said in a flat voice.

"Come on, take it off."