[After bouncing his way across multiple islands, none of them being places he really wanted to be, Rosinante has been left blissfully alone. Several days stuck on some festive summer beach island would have been extremely unwanted initially, but he's tired and in need of a break. He's still trying to find Law or any of the other Heart Pirates, still trying to make his way back to Crocodile as an alternative, but less intently for a little bit. Just let him sit here in the shade of some tropical trees while eating sliced mango and drinking a cold beer. It's simple. Sometimes all he wants is simple.
At least with the bit of funds he's been able to put together since arriving back in his world, he's outfitted himself reasonably well again. A t-shirt, shades, clean khakis and most importantly, makeup, have helped him finally feel like less of a bum.
So all in all he's having a good day when he sees a very fancy version of himself walking along the beach, and sprays a mouthful of beer across the sand. He lifts his sunglasses up onto his forehead to confirm he's not making things up. What the fuck? Oh god, is that...]
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At least with the bit of funds he's been able to put together since arriving back in his world, he's outfitted himself reasonably well again. A t-shirt, shades, clean khakis and most importantly, makeup, have helped him finally feel like less of a bum.
So all in all he's having a good day when he sees a very fancy version of himself walking along the beach, and sprays a mouthful of beer across the sand. He lifts his sunglasses up onto his forehead to confirm he's not making things up. What the fuck? Oh god, is that...]
Are you... lost?