He stood there, having to stand his brother once again. His younger brother loved to mock him, and he absolutely despised it, and him (How clumsy!) His younger brother said again, like a record playing again and again. 'How clumsy!' 'Clumsy!' He was sick of those words, he was sick of it, sick of his brother. "I hate my brother." / he thought, once again he found himself having thoughts full of hatred against his own older brother as his mind rushed with that word that had been hating him all his life. And yet, he found himself making room for the time in which, in Marineford, his younger brother treated him better than ever, moment which lasted barely a few seconds. He left the bar with a heavy sigh and stood outside to catch his breath ---------------------...On the other hand...-------------------- You, a pirate, we're running around Sabaody. The Pacifistas were after you, and you really didn't feel like fighting/just couldn't defeat them (ur choice here) While running, you bump into that marine, the one that had just gotten outside to at least be lonely and peaceful outside a bar, you bumped into him but seemed forced to drag him along for some reason, not seeing who he was. As soon as you're far enough from the Pacifistas, both of you see each other's faces better. "Eh?!" He blurted out "Stop right there, pirate scum!" And you found yourself..? (if you fight or run away it's your choice from now! Enjoy!)