As a general rule someone who has spend most of their life as a pirate is not a good candidate to become a Marine.
And someone who spend most of their life hunting down pirates is not supposed to burst into the courtroom risking their job, and possibly life, to save said pirate from being executed.
But rules are meant to be broken.
“Not bad,” Major Hina clicked her stopwatch, glancing over at the two exhausted marines who had finished the laps she was having them do around the Headquarter’s grounds. “But Hina thinks you can do better. Ten more laps!”
Apparently when Hina the Black Cage was involved, bodies where meant to be broken as well.
“Yes Hina-sama!” Twin salutes and then Fullbody and Jango were back to running, despite their bodies’ protests.
The women smirked, lighting a fresh cigarette for herself. If wasn’t as if she were pushing them so hard to be mean. But when the two of them came to her begging to be part of her personal unit she had taken pity of them. So if they were going to be her lackeys she wanted them in tip-top shape. Hina did have a reputation to keep after all. Only the best for her.
Plus breaking men’s spirits was always rather entertaining.
Leaning on each other to keep from falling over they had managed to make it to the showers. The hot water helping to take some of the edge off aching muscles.
“Even my hair hurts,” Fullbody ran his fingers through his pink locks, massaging sore scalp beneath the flurry of color.
“I can beat that. My ‘beard’ hurts.” Jango rested his forehead against the cool tile wall as the water washed over his back, smirking ever so slightly.
“Oh really?” Fullbody returned the smirk. Nothing like a little friendly competition after a long day. “My eyebrows hurt.”
“My eyelashes hurt!”
“My nose hairs hurt!”
“...”
The pink haired marine flared his nostrils for added effect.
“Ok, that’s just gross.”
“Do I win?”
“Yeah yeah, you win.” Jango turned off his showerhead, wrapping a towel around his waist. “Freak...”
“Takes one to know one.” Fullbody grabbed his own towel and followed his friend back to the empty locker room.
With the ‘extra training’ Hina-sama gave them, they usually had the shower facilities to themselves by the time they got done. It was rather nice really. Neither of them cared much to socialize with the other marines lately anyway.
Being demoted or being an ex-pirate weren’t things that made you very popular around the base.
But they had each other, and they had Hina-sama, somewhat, so in their minds it didn’t mater all that much.
“Hey Jango, did you take my hairbrush?”
“No, you had the blue one, the red one is mine.” Jango replied, continuing to brush out his wet hair with ‘his’ red hairbrush, water still dripping from his glasses.
Fullbody rolled his eyes. Not over the brush but over those stupid glasses again. It was bad enough the man slept with them on, but showering with them was just ridiculous.
He hadn’t asked Jango about the scars that covered the man’s pale back, figuring is was his own business. But the glasses...he just had to know!
And that’s how Jango found himself with the pink-haired lackey standing right in front of him, fingers against his frames, a curious frown on his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to figure out what’s up with these stupid sunglasses of yours.”
“Nothing is ‘up’ with them.” Jango attempted to bat the man’s hands away with his hairbrush with little success. “And they aren’t stupid. Now let go.”
Fullbody was stubborn, he wouldn’t give up that easily. “Then why don’t you ever take them off?”
Jango didn’t like where this was going. “I just...feel naked without them ok.”
“You know how stupid that sounds when your only wearing a towel?”
Jango’s cheeks felt warm, he ‘really’ didn’t like where this was going. It reminds him way to much of the only other person to touch his glasses like this.
“Fuck off!”
“You hiding something under there or what?” Fullbody moved forward to try and get a better look, causing his friend to back up in reaction. And causing the man’s glasses to slip from his face in the process.
“Knock it off you idiot!” Jango’s back hit the lockers behind, growling as everything became unfocused.
“Don’t be such a spazz,” Fullbody stared at the frames in his hands, they seemed normal enough. Until he slipped them onto his own face and everything got fuzzy...and pink... “Hey, these are prescription glasses!”
“No shit...” Jango attempted to snatch his eye wear back. The marine had no idea how uncomfortable he was making him feel. “I’m kind of nearsighted ok.”
“You could have just told me that.” Fullbody finally handed the glasses back to their owner who quickly slipped them back on. “And I still don’t see why...”
“I just need to wear them!” Jango barked. The man was his friend but there was still no way he was going to explain how venerable he felt without them. How his captain’s hands had once traced his frames like that, slipping them off with a sadistic grin before he...
“Just drop it, ok?”
“Yeah, ok.” Fullbody frowned. Jango had really sounded like he meant it this time. The man’s cheeks were red, his still wet hair sticking to the side of his face, his lips pouted. He actually looked rather cute.
And Fullbody mentally slapped himself for thinking that.
“We should get going,” The pink haired marine coughed, turning back to his own locker to find his clothes. “They’ll be ringing the dinner bell soon.”
“Good, I’m starving.” Jango calmed down, starting to get dressed as well.
“Sorry, by the way.”
There was a pause.
“You’re forgiven.” Jango smiled widely. “If I can have your dessert.”
Fullbody wrapped a friendly arm over his buddy’s shoulder. “Don’t push it.”
Jango shook his head. “Jerk.”
He ended up giving Jango dessert anyway.