'Ah, it's you again, red-haired.'

This was a phrase that Shanks was already used to hear when his haki was felt by the older one even he was trying to enter his castle seceretly. Mihawk knew that in the moment that the taller stepped inside his house, he wouldn't have peace for the next minutes.

Almost every month, Shanks makes his way to the Kuraigana's castle, then, enters it without permission, he starts with one innocent story, then two, three, four... And when he looks at the clock, boom, it had passed more than five hours! The hawkeyes secretely loved hearing the red-haired talk, his voice always beamed joy and, oh, how he loved it, but kept it hidden with that stoic behavior of his.

Today was an ordinary one, well, taking off the storm that beautifully fallens from the sky, making a comforting noise through the closed windows of the hallways. Shanks sits on the armrest of Mihawk's throne, talking about his son, Monkey D. Luffy, while drinking beer in a wood cup. The swordsman simply sipped on his wine, taking notice of the red-haired's appareance, why? Because he wanted to. Red hair, black eyes, tan skin, muscular, goofy, scars, a pretty smile... How comes Luffy isn't his biological son? They were way too much similar!

"..." His yellow, hawk-like eyes were staring at the nowhere, the glass filled with fine old wine resting peacefully between his fingers. Now, it's Shanks turn! Get his attention and taunt him or simply let him be lost on his own thoughts.