I ALWAYS WANTED TO ASK IF YOU UNDERSTOOD JUST A LITTLE OF MY FEELINGS ALTHOUGH I NEVER TOLD YOU.

[attr="class","sorry"]The Baratie was a sort of safe haven for most sea travelers. Marine or Pirate, there was a peace settled on this little fishy boat. Any attempts to break out a fight had the Chefs coming in with their overly large cooking equipment and beating the living shit out of ya. Polo had felt the pains of their feelings on a number of times when Marines came by, and by now he had settled down to simply delivering letter death threats to his fellow restaurant goers.

Seated within his own table that he had acquired just a little bit before the lunch hour rush, Polo sat in silence as he glanced over his menu casually at the other restaurant goers. Looking for any fools wearing the coats of the World Government. The Baratie was almost ripe for picking, at a later time. A small smirk creeped onto the Revolutionary's lips. This was going to be-

"Huh?" Polo glanced down at the tiny little girl getting herself situated on the other end of his table. Grey eyes glanced over towards the waiter, vibes of death waving over to his stupid head. What the hell? He had asked for a table just for himself. Polo glanced around, seeing the tables around him filled to the brim with several bodies. His narrowed eyes returned back towards the girl hidden behind her menu. He supposed it was all the waiter could do- ah what the hell.

" What would you recommend? "

"Where's your parents, girl?" A heavy frown formed on the man's face. He really didn't want to baby sit this kid. Setting his menu down, he glanced around to catch sight of a marine clothed man sitting a few distance away. Pulling out a pen and paper from his suit pocket, he began to furiously write on the paper before calling for a waiter to deliver the letter for him.

Pulling his menu back up, he glanced around it to look at the girl. He frowned heavily again. Sticking his face into the menu to read, he did his best to ignore the little pimple in his presence.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO ASK IF YOU UNDERSTOOD JUST A LITTLE OF MY FEELINGS ALTHOUGH I NEVER TOLD YOU.

[attr="class","sorry"]" Interesting,"

" I don't see that on the menu. "

The side of Polo's lips twisted downward, his teeth grating against each other. Putting his menu down, he leaned to the side as he stuff his hand into one of his pant's pockets. Pulling out a carton of cigarettes, he pulled one out and placed it in his mouth. Preferring to chew on the cigarette instead of grind his teeth, he placed the carton back and pulled the menu back up to his face. With his frequent visits to the Baratie, he knew better than to light his cigarette. He wasn't in the mood to have a swarm of cooks shuffling out of the kitchen with their abnormally large cooking utensils and have his head beat in.

Rolling the cigarette to one side of his mouth, his brows scrunched together as his eyes read along the menu. His concentration only broken by the loud and obnoxious sound of tummy grumbling coming from across the table. Tilting his head to the side to see around his menu, he stared at Honey with brows furrowed. He moved the cigarette in his mouth to the other side again and quickly moved his head to hide behind the menu.

" Their soup is pretty good. " He commented lightly, his shoulders hunched forward. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Polo straightened his back and looked direction at the waiter and other customer. His eyes pierced straight through the two, sending out waves of death at both of them. His expression daring them to seat another person at the table. Almost instantly the waiter began to usher the man to another table nearby, Polo's intense gaze following them as they left. Only moving to look at the menu when he was satisfied with their distance. His body fell back into the backrest of the chair, his long legs extending under the table to stretch.

Maybe he'd try the fish today.

@honey candy

I ALWAYS WANTED TO ASK IF YOU UNDERSTOOD JUST A LITTLE OF MY FEELINGS ALTHOUGH I NEVER TOLD YOU.

[attr="class","sorry"]The Revolutionary pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, scratching the upper part of his lip with the back of one of his fingers and continued to read from the menu. His eyes glancing aside from his menu to look at the man who received his letter. Watching him closely for a moment as he took in the man's expression.

" Are you Death? "

He placed down his menu to stare at the girl across from the table. Her eyes locked with his own, an intensity sizzling from them. Polo's eyebrow raised as a confused look crossed his features. His foot rolled on his ankle from side to side as he thought over her question.

" What kind of stupid question is that? " He countered, his head lifting up to the side as he continued to watch her. Twitching the left side of his mouth, his hand rose up to the air as his gaze never left her until he looked away to call for the waiter. " Waiter.  "

In a flash a waiter came with a big smile. "What can I get for you."

Polo lifted the menu slightly as he looked down at it, his eyes trailing to look for the food that he was interested in trying. A finger lifting to point at the written words.

" Sesame-Crusted Tuna with Wasabi-Ponzo sauce. " The waiter began to scribble down on the notepaper that he had and turned his attention to Honey. "And what would your daughter like?"

Polo leaned on the armrest of the chair, placing his cheek and jaw in the palm of his hand. His expression bland, his other hand gesturing towards her. " What do you want, pipsqueak? "

@honey candy

I ALWAYS WANTED TO ASK IF YOU UNDERSTOOD JUST A LITTLE OF MY FEELINGS ALTHOUGH I NEVER TOLD YOU.

[attr="class","sorry"]Rolling the cigarette in his mouth, Polo gave the menu to the waiter before turning his gaze towards the Marine that he had given the letter to. One hand resting on the table while the other laid on a leg tapping in a rhythmic manner. Feeling the stare of the girl across the table of him, he didn't pay much attention to her. Only catching her words as she responded to the waiter with her order.

" Sesame-crusted tuna with red pepper ponzu. "
                                                 " No wasabi," She said, as if clarifying that she wouldn't like that in her dish. He gave a small snort, and continued to stare in the direction of the Marine for a while longer. His eyes gathering in all of his manners: the way he ate his food, how his eyes creased when he spoke to his companion, his lips pressing together as he formed expression on his face, and the way he held himself together. Polo became very engrossed with his staring, his attention only being diverted when the sound of people entered into the restaurant. His eyes quickly catching the insignia of the World Government and the words 'MARINE' plastered all over them.

Polo glanced away, turning his attention to the girl across from him. His eyes locking with her lessened intense stare than before. He rolled the cigarette in his mouth to the other side, giving a small chew before stretching out his arms in a small yawn and clasp his hands behind his head. Tilting the chair that he's sitting in back a little bit, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he waited for his order to come.

@honey candy