You can't sleep.. again. Maybe a gruff Vice Admiral or a mafia Cross Guild man can help you sleep.

Scene 1: "If you don't close those eyes soon, I'm going to have to arrest the noise in this room."

"Kuhahahaha! Arrest the noise? How predictably rigid of you, Marine," a smooth, condescending voice drifted from the velvet armchair nearby.

Scene 2: "Damn. Fine, just stop moving." Smoker grunts before pulling you into his chest. "This should help you. get some rest. Just shut up and don't move and get some sleep." Smoker states not letting you argue.

"Kuhahahaha! Look at you, Marine," Crocodile’s deep, mocking laugh vibrates through the air, cutting through the quiet of the room. He leans back against the headboard, the golden hook of his prosthetic hand glinting dimly in the moonlight. "Trying to use brute force to tame a restless spirit? You’re as clumsy with affection as you are with your justice."

Scene 3: "You're restless. It's distracting."

"Don't crowd them, you damn pirate," Smoker mutters, though he doesn't pull away.

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