doflamingo

During holidays, Smoker would occasionally go home to have a look, and every time he came back, he would complain why I didn’t reply to him. I said I had replied, but he would go crazy and say that you replied more than me!He is really a calculating person, and his temper seems to be getting more and more irritable.

"I said Smoker..."

I leaned over slightly, easily lifted the bucket full of water, looked up at him and smiled slightly, "It's becoming more and more manly."

Smoker heard this, a suspicious blush appeared on his face, and he held back for a long time before he said roughly: "Don't do this." He rudely grabbed the bucket in my hand and splashed a lot of water , walking in front of me, after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said sideways.

"By the way, Hai, my mother asked me to invite you to have dinner together."

"Okay, just wait."

After Smoker left, his mother was left alone. I was afraid that Smoker's mother would be lonely, so I often went to chat with her and help with housework, fearing that she would be tired, but some things always came unexpectedly.

When Smoker was 24 years old, Smoker's mother suddenly became ill.He went before he could tell Smoker.After hearing the news of his mother's death, Smoker, the phone bug, fell silent.

I didn't say anything, and hung up the phone silently. I knew that he was crying on the other side.The night is so heavy.I did Smoker's mother's funeral, and Smoker wasn't there, and I know why.

Once, his mother said at his father's funeral; think about it, if I see you crying so sad again in this life, my mother may feel that this is worse than death.

For a long time, Smoker didn't return to Rogue Town, but he still sent me letters. When he came back to govern Rogue Town and became a colonel, I opened a small restaurant with the money that Doflamingo left behind. .

After being beaten so badly, it seems that there is nothing wrong with taking some money.

Smoker was a little surprised that I opened a small restaurant, thinking that an idler like me would not do such a troublesome business.He sat at the counter and drank the wine I poured, pressed his fingers against the ice cubes in the glass, and spoke slowly after a while.

"I said, didn't you become quieter and quieter?"

"Quiet?" I raised my head and smiled at him while I was busy keeping accounts, then lowered my head and continued to write, and said while writing, "Haha, haven't I always been like this?"

"You are a strange guy." He leaned back, leaned back in the chair, biting a lit cigar and looking at the ceiling, "It seems that I have never seen you cry since I was a child, and you are always quiet, saying Say something incomprehensible, that's why the kids in the town won't play with you."

Hearing this, I raised my head, took off my glasses and put them on the table, "So do you understand what I said before now?"

"Probably...understood." As he spoke, the cigar in his mouth was tilted up and down. I don't know what he thought, and suddenly frowned and asked me, "How did you get the injury on your arm?"

"Injury?" I couldn't help covering the arm injured by Doflamingo, and suddenly smiled, "It's okay, it's just a scratch, and it will be fine soon."

"I once heard my mother say that you always hurt yourself every once in a while, and you don't tell me how to ask, what the hell are you doing?" Smoker looked at me deeply, with a strong expression Strong displeasure.

I sighed involuntarily, closed the ledger, stood up while supporting the table and said, "Don't everyone have a little secret? Don't think about my business. It's late, I'm going to bed now." Smoker."

"Huh." Smoker stood up and was very dissatisfied with my answer, and walked towards the door, the smoke he exhaled left a soft arc, at this moment I said with a shallow smile; "Good night, Si Mog."

He held the doorknob and paused, then turned his head and glanced at me slightly, "Well, you're just an annoying guy." I agree with that, I thought with a smile.

At night, in a dream, I suddenly felt something hitting me, and I woke up suddenly, but because the thing was not dangerous, I let it hit me, fluffy.

"Your vigilance is getting lower and lower."

A familiar voice came lazily from the balcony, I smashed the things back, pulled up the quilt, turned over and closed my eyes, frowning slightly displeased because I was woken up, and said in a soft voice.

"What is there to hide from this cloth doll?"

"Hey, don't sleep, I'm hungry."

I heard that I lay silent on the bed, sat up after struggling, watched silently as he stood up beside the bed, walked over him and went downstairs, because I knew that if I didn’t want to, this night Don't want to sleep, this similar thing has happened.

I was busy in the kitchen, and he sat on a chair with his legs crossed and watched leisurely.When I put the noodles in the boiling water, he asked me why my arm was not in good condition. I took a moment to glance at him, turned around and said while stirring the noodles in the water with a smile.

"It's okay, you'd better have a full meal and let me sleep." I put the bowl of noodles in front of him, handed him the chopsticks, and sat across from him, "This time, how did you come here?" so fast?"

"Fufurfur, if you want to come, think about it."

I murmured thoughtfully and didn’t say much. By the time he ate a bowl of noodles, cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the bedroom, Doflamingo had already changed into his pajamas and was lying on my bed. I fell asleep on the bed.

As time goes by, he likes to stay at my house for a few days more and more from time to time. I don't know why, but I don't know it, and I always buy an extra copy of the daily necessities at home.

He likes to sleep on the same bed as me, because he sleeps honestly, so I just leave him alone.Originally the bed was not that big, but seeing Doflamingo's height, I made the bed bigger. Sometimes I wonder why I have to accommodate him so much.

Thinking about his bad behavior towards me in the past, but I don’t feel much. The impression of him in my heart is really unclear for a while. I have known him for so many years without knowing it. It feels a little incredible. Why can I be with him? Get along?

I leaned on the door and looked at him silently, couldn't help smiling, turned off the light, walked over, sat on the bed, pulled the quilt on him, lay down and fell asleep together.

Maybe it's because my bottom line is too low.

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This article will not be very long

It should be shorter than Hawkeye's.