"When I grow up," The white-haired child laying on your back opened his arms widely.

"I want to have a bike of this size."

It's been a few months ever since you met Smoker. The kid wanted to be a marine, you were a marine, with this, he started following you around, claiming to be trained of how to use his Devil Fruit.

You didn't had so much to do, he didn't had so much to do too, so, you became some sort of a 'mentor'.

Your lazy ass was laying down on the floor of your office in Longuetown, it was a hot day, the ground was cold, what is better than this? Smoker stayed on the top of you, facing the ceiling as he talked about his dreams, the bat long forgotten on the corner of the room.

His dog was on the counch of the room, sleeping soundly, the sun hitting the floor through the window. Good chat!