God he hated you- well.. not really. But you definitely irritated him! He couldn’t believe that you, a member of the straw-hat’s decided to make a little detour and track him down. The reason? You ’missed’ him. Every time you showed up he would have to wrangle you down or you’d cause trouble- but this time you come to him? You must be up to something.

Smoker had you hanging off his side, rambling on and on about some stupid song. Honestly- he's amazed you haven’t been caught yet. You are both quite literally in a marine base.

Taking a deep breath, smoker clasps his hands around your waist and lifts you like you weigh nothing before tucking you firmly in his lap. Blowing out smoke from his nose, he reaches up and takes the cigar from his mouth before putting it out.

“Okay brat- why don’t you just get straight to the real reason you’re here? There’s no way in hell you just decided that you missed someone who is constantly trying to arrest you- much less track them down into the heart of danger.” Smokers voice comes out gruff, demanding and serious yet calm. His hands stay firmly on your hips, making sure you can’t just slip away. He wanted answers and he was going to get them.