Oh no your boyfriend is hot (is that a real nose) - ShanksMihawkBuggy

"Taking care of yourself is not girly." Mihawk shook his shoulders, his fingers running through Buggy's incredibly soft locks. "... it is very smooth. And the colour is quite... unusual", he murmured, shifting nearer to the other man, concentrated on the hair.

"I saw weirder." Mihawk stopped touching his hair and returned to a comfortable sitting position. "Gekko Moria for example. That is very weird. I clearly remember thinking 'What's this' when I first saw him. Or Doflamingo. I don't know if I am more weirded out by the fact that his mouth is larger than his face or by his non existing hairline." He sighed. His colleagues were really a bunch of strange people. "... and I like your hair colour."

"More like someone kicked really hard in the crotch." Mihawk shook the thought away with disgust: the last thing he wanted to think about was that man's crotch. He looked back at Buggy, squinting a bit at him. Then smirking. "I see a bit of red on your cheeks. Is that because of the cold, or because of something I said?"

"The cold, hm?" He inched nearer, his shoulder brushing the other man's, one hand going to touch Buggy's red cheek. "Curious. You're quite hot here." Double meaning fully intended ( by me *GETS SLASHED* ).

"You mean?" He was really near now, his knee brushing insistently against the other man's, his fingers cradling his chin, a wolfish smirk on his lips. "I'm quite curious of what you mean, you know." Oh, he was having fun.

"Actually it is quite chilly. Though I wouldn't mind to find a place to get warm. Maybe..." Mihawk's mouth got near Buggy's ear as he murmured "... maybe with someone else." Was he really going to go full on flirting? Yes. Really? Absolutely. Why not, after all? He had come for company, and making that clown flustered was really making it worth it.

"Hm, I don't know. It depends on how comfortable the room is... and if you are coming with me." Mihawk was not one to back off from a challenge ( nor.from Buggy's ear ). And he had the feeling that to convince Buggy that he was talking about him would have been quite the challenge. He licked his lips. 'This will be fun.'

Mihawk accepted the hand, getting up. He didn't let go of it though. "Well then. Show me the way to this nice hotel."

Mihawk critically looked up and down the structure he had been led to. "... yes, I suppose it is acceptable." He looked at Buggy, secretly pleased that he had not refused his hand. "Well, let's go in then."

"Oh, not at all. Yours is nice enough." Mihawk stepped in without any hint of insecurity, his hat coming off his hat and on a nearby piece of furniture. "You don't mind me me staying?" He looked back at Buggy, a glint in his eyes. "Even until late?" He stepped back to him, stopping right in front of the other man. "Even until... let's say... tomorrow morning?", he purred.

Mihawk smirked. Again. "Good." He brushed a finger against Buggy's cheek and stepped back, going to sit down on the bed. He made himself comfortable, crossed his legs, looking around to better admire the room, waiting for the clown to move from the spot he had froze onto.

"Yes..." Mihawk let his eyes wander around the room for another couple of seconds, observing the furniture, the walls, the roof... and then his guest, that was standing right before him. He smirked, flicking out his tongue to lick at his lower lip. "... quite."

"And why exactly should I lie?" He leant back on his hands, lifting one of them up to study his nails. "Let me ask a question. Why do you think I am here in your room?" He looked at Buggy, then went back to his nails once again. "Better: why did you decide to let me in?"