Anime club was for losers. This was an inevitable and tragic fact, and that Hunter actively spent time there was equally tragic and, unfortunately, inevitable. For a variety of reasons, most of which involved avoiding going home on time when his father was making one of his bimonthly appearances, or seeing if a certain someone felt like showing up today, orrrr sometimes he just wanted to argue about something, was that such a crime, etcetera.
Anime club was for losers, he was simply an exception, because he said so, and he was the baseline for opinions.
That argument became slightly harder to make when he swung open the clubroom door and found the classroom empty.
>> Hunter Kim continued (for now) from his ever-accelerating sleep deprivation cycle
Part-time anime club observer, languid steps in a darkened room ten minutes into whatever One Piece movie Koa had picked out today (were there functionally infinite One Piece movies, math was not Hunter’s best subject), blink blink hair toss silent steps to an unoccupied position calculated for maximum judgment—that was the style. The aesthetic. The ironic detachment barrier stating clearly I am too busy and cute to be here but I grace you with my presence regardless. And yet! Here he stood, his internal clock fucked beyond all reason even more than usual, the classroom fucking empty because he was the first one here which inevitably communicated a level of impatience—god forbid, enthusiasm—that immediately made him want to shrivel up and die.
Welllllll, he could leave, that was always an option, but he wasn’t in any other clubs, and walking around by himself to kill time was its own variety of pathetic awkward nightmare complete with a rather less consistent cast of potential supporting players. He could kill a little time, maybe, walk back to homeroom, pretend he forgot something, whatever, but the afternoon sun was already taking his presence under its eye personally based on the light heat he was already feeling coming up in his cheeks. Plus he could just run into one of the other club members anyway and the same problems again, circles in circles.
Hunter slid into the classroom, a quiet sigh of relief as the air conditioning slid over the beads of sweat on his forehead. He seriously considered locking the door behind him. It would have been very funny. Self-preservation instincts won out over the siren call of the bit, as they usually did when the bit would be wasted on boring nerds who wouldn’t appreciate it. He glanced around the room, blinds turned down to block the worst of the sun’s rays, vaguely floral air freshener plug-in smell, desks in their neat little rows except the second one from the right in the back row that he’d always assumed one of the freakish giants that roamed the school grounds must have sat in for last period because it was pushed aside at a new weird angle every time they held club.
He re-examined his initial assessment, in that he clearly wasn’t the first one here, though he was the only one currently in the room. The school laptop, hooked up to a currently-off projector, logged in, permanent Chrome tab to Crunchyroll, Hunter didn’t remember whose sub they were actually leeching off at this point, sticker on the front with the equipment ID and the [A. HOLLAND] sticker. So their club advisor had been here first, at least, and proooobably shouldn’t have left the room unlocked with the laptop on and all that. Thankfully he wasn’t a complete fuckup or, like, poor, so he’d make a decent electronics babysitter until Ms. Holland got back.
Also, he could maybe take a moment to aid and abet a slightly more interesting crime. They’d always stuck to whoever’s Crunchyroll account for questionable legal reasons that Hunter was near 100% sure were not school-enforced, and he rarely got a chance to have input into what they watched anyway (downsides to strategic aesthetics), but the laptop was his now for all intents and purposes, as was the 2 TB hard drive he slipped out of his backpack and into the permanently fiddly USB port (as opposed to the one that didn’t work).
And now an attempt to not fall to decision paralysis before someone else showed up and destroyed his hard-earned anime dictatorship. Skipped past his other files, video clips, bits and pieces of audio that he deluded himself into thinking he might be able to work with in the school library (on computers he couldn’t download DaVinci to, nooo thank you), onto his immaculately organized anime list. Crunchyroll was nice, yes, extensive, sure, but the holes it had were inexcusable, and could he really blame half the club for having such pedestrian tastes when they were so confined (yes).
Hovered over Higurashi for a moment, the basically-ancient original from before he was born, basically required viewing for the sequel/remake/alt-universe/whatever that was on Crunchyroll—paused there, twitch of a smile on his lips, before deciding that he did not want to be the progenitor of a second Horror Club Incident Of 2025 and moving on. Kakegurui for a moment, same problem to a lesser extent, at least to the extent that he would not want to have to explain the OP to Principal Winegarden with his own neck on the line. Elfe—yeah, okay, if he wanted to be suspended?
He paused at the next option. Ran through scenes in his mind, scrubbing for objectionable content. Nothing worse than a Marvel movie, he was pretty sure (Hunter had never seen a Marvel movie). Double click the folder, episode 1, VLC—did this stupid computer have—yep, okay. Sure. Subs on, obviously. Thankfully the projector was a quick flick of a switch, nothing more, lights off, the dim room somehow feeling immediately a few degrees cooler.
And now, Hunter would wait. Until the exact moment someone showed up, when he could press play, and then it would be too late to change shows because it was already plaaaaying, soooo.
maybe you could tone it down a little more?
[HUNTER] Amygdala’s Rag Doll - Ghost [Cover] (anime club, early February, open!)
Oh BOY, anime club!
((Koa Tagaloa continued from Chlorine))
There was a giddy look in Koa's eyes as he strode across the school grounds, clutching tightly onto the DVD in his hands - One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island!
He still couldn't believe he was able to find a copy, having stumbled across it whilst browsing the local flea markets. You never know what diamonds in the rough you could find there, hidden gems that were rare to stumble across or otherwise out of print. Sure, there were easier ways he could've acquired it - yo ho ho - but man, nothing could top having a physical copy to call his own!
Plus, this wasn't just any old One Piece movie! It was one of the older ones, back before the likes of Stampede and Strong World proved just how good they could get. The earlier One Piece movies tended to be kinda meh, more like condensed filler arcs really. But this one was special, apparently - he's never actually seen it - but it was directed by Mamoru Hosoda; the same guy behind Summer Wars and the three shorts that got frankenstined into The Digimon Movie. Apparently it was super trippy and weird, and stuff... Sweet! He could hardly wait to see it!
Of course, that wasn't all he was excited about. Anime Las Vegas was on the horizon, and Koa was entertaining cosplay ideas and wanted a second opinion or two. That along with Wrestlemania 41 meant there was a lot to look forward to in the imminent future!
Well... Kinda. Unless you kept looking at the news... But, enough doom and gloom!
"Hey guys!" he called out, making his way inside with his DVD in hand. "You'll never guess what I..."
A brief pause.
"...oh! Hey, Hunter!"
((Koa Tagaloa continued from Chlorine))
There was a giddy look in Koa's eyes as he strode across the school grounds, clutching tightly onto the DVD in his hands - One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island!
He still couldn't believe he was able to find a copy, having stumbled across it whilst browsing the local flea markets. You never know what diamonds in the rough you could find there, hidden gems that were rare to stumble across or otherwise out of print. Sure, there were easier ways he could've acquired it - yo ho ho - but man, nothing could top having a physical copy to call his own!
Plus, this wasn't just any old One Piece movie! It was one of the older ones, back before the likes of Stampede and Strong World proved just how good they could get. The earlier One Piece movies tended to be kinda meh, more like condensed filler arcs really. But this one was special, apparently - he's never actually seen it - but it was directed by Mamoru Hosoda; the same guy behind Summer Wars and the three shorts that got frankenstined into The Digimon Movie. Apparently it was super trippy and weird, and stuff... Sweet! He could hardly wait to see it!
Of course, that wasn't all he was excited about. Anime Las Vegas was on the horizon, and Koa was entertaining cosplay ideas and wanted a second opinion or two. That along with Wrestlemania 41 meant there was a lot to look forward to in the imminent future!
Well... Kinda. Unless you kept looking at the news... But, enough doom and gloom!
"Hey guys!" he called out, making his way inside with his DVD in hand. "You'll never guess what I..."
A brief pause.
"...oh! Hey, Hunter!"
The signature clunk of the classroom door, near enough in sync to Hunter’s near-instinctive clip of the play button, the opening scene blasting to life on the projector screen, a chase scene caught on (animated) camera. The swivel to the doorway, the barely-concealed shit-eating grin, blink blink hair twirl.
“Heyyyy, Koa.”
The head tilt, gently questioning, smile compressed to the very picture of innocence, Hunter had done nothing wrong, ever, in his life.
“Kinda late today, yeah? Weird for you. Thought I’d get started sooo, y’know, grab a seat?”
Helpful tone, blink blink. The OP played on the projector and, honestly, Koa should like this show, right? Like, objectively it was the sort of shonen slop he ate up, just, like, older? Slightly more obscure? Hunter’s choice and therefore objectively better in some undefinable way? Gayer for sure, maybe why Hunter liked it, probably, definitely, whatever, fandom can only get you so far without canon basis, etc. Tbh if anything he’d conceded too much ground, should have picked Banana Fish or no that also would have gotten the club fucked over, yeah? Taste simply too peak for high school. Seemed about right.
Considering the alternative, the glance at the DVD clutched in Koa’s massivehands, he’d take back the bitching about being here first. Like at least attempt not to live down to your own stereotype, my godddd.
“Heyyyy, Koa.”
The head tilt, gently questioning, smile compressed to the very picture of innocence, Hunter had done nothing wrong, ever, in his life.
“Kinda late today, yeah? Weird for you. Thought I’d get started sooo, y’know, grab a seat?”
Helpful tone, blink blink. The OP played on the projector and, honestly, Koa should like this show, right? Like, objectively it was the sort of shonen slop he ate up, just, like, older? Slightly more obscure? Hunter’s choice and therefore objectively better in some undefinable way? Gayer for sure, maybe why Hunter liked it, probably, definitely, whatever, fandom can only get you so far without canon basis, etc. Tbh if anything he’d conceded too much ground, should have picked Banana Fish or no that also would have gotten the club fucked over, yeah? Taste simply too peak for high school. Seemed about right.
Considering the alternative, the glance at the DVD clutched in Koa’s massivehands, he’d take back the bitching about being here first. Like at least attempt not to live down to your own stereotype, my godddd.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, uh... Had to deal with a thing" he replied, guiltily running a hand through his wet hair. Note to self, apologise to Charlie Girl properly next time you bump into her...
Koa would be the first to admit that his taste in anime was pretty vanilla. More of a casual fan really, rather than a diehard enthusiast. His heroes being the likes of Goku, Luffy and Deku. That said, he was versed enough in the cultural zeitgeist to recognise most of the, uh, sub-groups as it were. You had the isekai nerds, the gunpla geeks, the yaoi/yuri enthusiasts, etc... And sure, a lot of that wasn't really his jam, but hey! If you like mecha isekai with yaoi undertones, all power to ya!
Then you had Hunter's particular flavour of weeb: The influencer/VTuber. Again, not really his thing, but not something he looked down on or anything. What did rustle his jimmies a little was how weirdly elitist Hunter got about it, or how he was always trying to push people's buttons and get a rise out of folks. Not cool, bro.
As such, there was a slight hint of nervousness in Koa's eyes as Hunter hit the play button. Nobody wanted a repeat of the Horror Club fiasco after all, his mind reeling in terror at the thought of Principle Winegarden walking in on them watching a freaky hentai or something.
Fortunately, that didn't appear to be the case... At least, not as far as he was aware?
"Ooh, is this...?" he began, before realising that no, he definitely didn't recognise what Hunter just put on. A tokusatsu style superhero show, from the look of things? The OP was pretty catchy, he'd give it that.
"Huh... Neat!" he added, sheepishly putting his DVD away as he found himself a seat. Another time, perhaps... "So is this, like... A Kamen Rider kinda thing?"
Koa would be the first to admit that his taste in anime was pretty vanilla. More of a casual fan really, rather than a diehard enthusiast. His heroes being the likes of Goku, Luffy and Deku. That said, he was versed enough in the cultural zeitgeist to recognise most of the, uh, sub-groups as it were. You had the isekai nerds, the gunpla geeks, the yaoi/yuri enthusiasts, etc... And sure, a lot of that wasn't really his jam, but hey! If you like mecha isekai with yaoi undertones, all power to ya!
Then you had Hunter's particular flavour of weeb: The influencer/VTuber. Again, not really his thing, but not something he looked down on or anything. What did rustle his jimmies a little was how weirdly elitist Hunter got about it, or how he was always trying to push people's buttons and get a rise out of folks. Not cool, bro.
As such, there was a slight hint of nervousness in Koa's eyes as Hunter hit the play button. Nobody wanted a repeat of the Horror Club fiasco after all, his mind reeling in terror at the thought of Principle Winegarden walking in on them watching a freaky hentai or something.
Fortunately, that didn't appear to be the case... At least, not as far as he was aware?
"Ooh, is this...?" he began, before realising that no, he definitely didn't recognise what Hunter just put on. A tokusatsu style superhero show, from the look of things? The OP was pretty catchy, he'd give it that.
"Huh... Neat!" he added, sheepishly putting his DVD away as he found himself a seat. Another time, perhaps... "So is this, like... A Kamen Rider kinda thing?"
Blink smile hair twirl. The withering stare but only for a moment. The point in victory was to enjoy yourself, wasn't it? The DVD going back in Koa's bag was complete, instant victory, right? This was the part where he got to kill an hour or so watching something good?
but liiiiike he really just didn't understand why people got into things without seeming like they actually cared about them like the internet has existed for a long time now believe it or not you can just look things up and then boom you know them now congrats or sorry that happened etc so like you have the power to not ask stupid fucking questions and also to have tastes that bypass the things that are literally pushed directly in front of your eyes by the algorithm or shueisha's almighty hand like let us be perfectly honest here kamen rider was a stretch like genuinely a miracle he had a point of comparison that viz wasn't actively shilling but also do you actually get credit for being able to name one of the most referenced properties in japanese media history plus like even then does he get credit if he stumbled over it on wikipedia when he looked up power rangers one time, like, proooobably not?
Anywayyy.
"Like, not really, except I guess in so much as basically any Japanese superhero gets something off of Kamen Rider, kind of hard to avoid? Cultural saturation, etcetera?"
Hunter rolled back his permanently-stiff shoulders, the cherry-bomb pop,
"like it's influenced by tokusatsu cause everything is but Tiger and Bunny's a way more Western-influenced take, like it predates it byyyy a few years,"
he was pretty sure, not that Koa was going to call him on it,
"but it has the most in common with HeroAca, as like," he waved in a way that wasn't meant as condescending but you know, who cares,
"a cultural touchstone? Didn't blow up the same way, probably because the leads are like actual adults and not high school kids which, you know, easier niche to market buuuut for an anime-first property with, like, pretty blatant queer theming it did pretty well? All things considered? Like Madoka beat it but Madoka is a masterpiece soooo, probably not a war they'd want to be fighting?"
He shrugged.
"Given the option."
the actual lesson here was that yuribait won in the ratings over yaoibait every time but liiiike, save that convo for when Ray gets here, yeah
but liiiiike he really just didn't understand why people got into things without seeming like they actually cared about them like the internet has existed for a long time now believe it or not you can just look things up and then boom you know them now congrats or sorry that happened etc so like you have the power to not ask stupid fucking questions and also to have tastes that bypass the things that are literally pushed directly in front of your eyes by the algorithm or shueisha's almighty hand like let us be perfectly honest here kamen rider was a stretch like genuinely a miracle he had a point of comparison that viz wasn't actively shilling but also do you actually get credit for being able to name one of the most referenced properties in japanese media history plus like even then does he get credit if he stumbled over it on wikipedia when he looked up power rangers one time, like, proooobably not?
Anywayyy.
"Like, not really, except I guess in so much as basically any Japanese superhero gets something off of Kamen Rider, kind of hard to avoid? Cultural saturation, etcetera?"
Hunter rolled back his permanently-stiff shoulders, the cherry-bomb pop,
"like it's influenced by tokusatsu cause everything is but Tiger and Bunny's a way more Western-influenced take, like it predates it byyyy a few years,"
he was pretty sure, not that Koa was going to call him on it,
"but it has the most in common with HeroAca, as like," he waved in a way that wasn't meant as condescending but you know, who cares,
"a cultural touchstone? Didn't blow up the same way, probably because the leads are like actual adults and not high school kids which, you know, easier niche to market buuuut for an anime-first property with, like, pretty blatant queer theming it did pretty well? All things considered? Like Madoka beat it but Madoka is a masterpiece soooo, probably not a war they'd want to be fighting?"
He shrugged.
"Given the option."
the actual lesson here was that yuribait won in the ratings over yaoibait every time but liiiike, save that convo for when Ray gets here, yeah
Uh oh. Koa knew that look all too well.
That right there was the "Ugh, can't believe I'm gonna have to explain this to a filthy normie" look. Every nerd, no matter how humble they claim to be, was guilty of it at some point in their life. Hell, even Koa had his moments of obnoxious smarkery when it came to wrassling.
And right now, it was his turn to be the normie. Oh boy.
Still, he politely nodded along as Hunter explained. At this point he was kinda used to Hunter's condescending tone, which... Like, he wasn't exactly a fan of it, but in fairness the guy was like that with just about everyone at Anime Club. Except maybe for Mona, but... Yeah. Less said about that the better.
"Huh... Cool!" he replied, sitting back to focus on the show for a bit. Queer theming, huh? That's cool! He could vibe with that, something a little different to his usual go-tos.
As the show played out, his eyes occasionally drifted down to his phone, flipping between a pair of pictures he had saved to his gallery - ref material for costume ideas, to be specific. Man, where was everyone? He was really hoping to talk to someone about cosplay advice... Someone a little more chill, ideally.
Hmm... Ah, what the hell.
"Say, uh... You know much about, like, cosplay stuff?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. He hadn't seen enough of Hunter's show to know whether that was really his schtick, but... Couldn't hurt to ask, right? "Wanted a second opinion on a thing for this year's ALV"
That right there was the "Ugh, can't believe I'm gonna have to explain this to a filthy normie" look. Every nerd, no matter how humble they claim to be, was guilty of it at some point in their life. Hell, even Koa had his moments of obnoxious smarkery when it came to wrassling.
And right now, it was his turn to be the normie. Oh boy.
Still, he politely nodded along as Hunter explained. At this point he was kinda used to Hunter's condescending tone, which... Like, he wasn't exactly a fan of it, but in fairness the guy was like that with just about everyone at Anime Club. Except maybe for Mona, but... Yeah. Less said about that the better.
"Huh... Cool!" he replied, sitting back to focus on the show for a bit. Queer theming, huh? That's cool! He could vibe with that, something a little different to his usual go-tos.
As the show played out, his eyes occasionally drifted down to his phone, flipping between a pair of pictures he had saved to his gallery - ref material for costume ideas, to be specific. Man, where was everyone? He was really hoping to talk to someone about cosplay advice... Someone a little more chill, ideally.
Hmm... Ah, what the hell.
"Say, uh... You know much about, like, cosplay stuff?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. He hadn't seen enough of Hunter's show to know whether that was really his schtick, but... Couldn't hurt to ask, right? "Wanted a second opinion on a thing for this year's ALV"
Hunter, like. Didn’t know what he expected? Cool. Yeah. Like, it was, wasn’t it. Whatever, they were watching the show.
One extended action scene and dramatic deuteragonist reveal later.
(how hard would it be to build a mech suit for cosplay anyway, he did not keep in mind to ask Mona lest she actually murder him) (not that he was about to pull off 6’1” on any planet) (t&b had sooo many things going for it and then the only character he could credibly portray is fucking ivan? like?) (whatever)
“Mm?” Mildly relevant brain tangent for once. Lucky him.
He tilted his head, the half-frown, the narrowed eyes, thoughtful rather than judgemental (but also, judgemental). Wouldn’t have taken Koa for a cosplayer buuuut like. “Cosplayer” was a wide umbrella. Professionals right down to kids buying Naruto costumes from Spirit Halloween or whatever (did the kids even know what Naruto was), technically it was all the same, he could go ahead and assume that Koa was on the Party City side of things but like? Given his tastes and also hiswhy was it impossible to have a rational thought about this that didn’t sound weird god fucking help him he could not be less interested physique??fucking let’s go with that sure he had a fair few options that would look half-decent even with next to no effort and an outfit made entirely of costume satin and prayers.
“Sure,” Hunter started, turning to give Koa his close-enough-to-full attention. He glanced at his phone, flick tap flick tap through to the most recent relevant photo set. Mostly him on his own, pretty decently composed for phone pics, thanks Mona love(?) you Mona, unrecognizable as himself, replaced entire by a different blonde Hoyo twink, not that this was a pattern or anything. He’d done at least some of the work on this one himself, probably more than half, even, so he could take his blessed credit and owe a steadily-decreasing portion of his clout. He’d convinced Mona to drag Kafka out again for this one, con too small to bother with a new costume anyways; he had one of their selfies set as his lockscreen for a bit before it occurred to him that if she noticed he would have no choice but to kill her and then himself.
“Sin City Anime, like, in November? You didn’t miss much, there’s like, nothing there, but liiike, nothing better to do?” He shrugged. “ALA is better. Or like, louder, anyways.”
His half-finished costume for a character who literally wasn’t even Out yet taking up valuable real estate in his room. Luckily not a hard one outside of the scythe which, you know, he was sure Mona would do a perfectly good job with (thanks Mona love(?) you Mona).
“So? What were you thinking?”
One extended action scene and dramatic deuteragonist reveal later.
(how hard would it be to build a mech suit for cosplay anyway, he did not keep in mind to ask Mona lest she actually murder him) (not that he was about to pull off 6’1” on any planet) (t&b had sooo many things going for it and then the only character he could credibly portray is fucking ivan? like?) (whatever)
“Mm?” Mildly relevant brain tangent for once. Lucky him.
He tilted his head, the half-frown, the narrowed eyes, thoughtful rather than judgemental (but also, judgemental). Wouldn’t have taken Koa for a cosplayer buuuut like. “Cosplayer” was a wide umbrella. Professionals right down to kids buying Naruto costumes from Spirit Halloween or whatever (did the kids even know what Naruto was), technically it was all the same, he could go ahead and assume that Koa was on the Party City side of things but like? Given his tastes and also hiswhy was it impossible to have a rational thought about this that didn’t sound weird god fucking help him he could not be less interested physique??fucking let’s go with that sure he had a fair few options that would look half-decent even with next to no effort and an outfit made entirely of costume satin and prayers.
“Sure,” Hunter started, turning to give Koa his close-enough-to-full attention. He glanced at his phone, flick tap flick tap through to the most recent relevant photo set. Mostly him on his own, pretty decently composed for phone pics, thanks Mona love(?) you Mona, unrecognizable as himself, replaced entire by a different blonde Hoyo twink, not that this was a pattern or anything. He’d done at least some of the work on this one himself, probably more than half, even, so he could take his blessed credit and owe a steadily-decreasing portion of his clout. He’d convinced Mona to drag Kafka out again for this one, con too small to bother with a new costume anyways; he had one of their selfies set as his lockscreen for a bit before it occurred to him that if she noticed he would have no choice but to kill her and then himself.
“Sin City Anime, like, in November? You didn’t miss much, there’s like, nothing there, but liiike, nothing better to do?” He shrugged. “ALA is better. Or like, louder, anyways.”
His half-finished costume for a character who literally wasn’t even Out yet taking up valuable real estate in his room. Luckily not a hard one outside of the scythe which, you know, he was sure Mona would do a perfectly good job with (thanks Mona love(?) you Mona).
“So? What were you thinking?”
Alright... Alright, cool, so Hunter was willing to hear him out rather than blow him off on principle. That was a good start!
Not that Koa was any less convinced that this conversation was doomed to end awkwardly, but... Welp, too late to back out now. Here goes nothing!
"Sooo, uh..." he began, flipping through his phone again after realising it timed out on him. "Last year, I went as Demalo Black... Uuh, Fake Luffy? It's my Instagram profile pic, if you've ever seen it"
Sure enough, were one to look up Koa's Instagram the first thing they would see would be him posing as Fake Luffy - Straw hat, red jacket, denim shorts and even a little criss-cross scar on his belly. God, it was a pain in the ass to scrub that off. Should've listened to his sister and not used a sharpie...
"Well, for this year I was thinking of taking it a step further and going as Blackbeard! Yeah yeah I know, how predictable of me, but like... You gotta admit, I have a shot at rocking the look, right?"
Having finally found his ref material again, he turned his phone to Hunter to show him.
"Question is: Do I go as Marineford Blackbeard, or Yonko Blackbeard?"
Not that Koa was any less convinced that this conversation was doomed to end awkwardly, but... Welp, too late to back out now. Here goes nothing!
"Sooo, uh..." he began, flipping through his phone again after realising it timed out on him. "Last year, I went as Demalo Black... Uuh, Fake Luffy? It's my Instagram profile pic, if you've ever seen it"
Sure enough, were one to look up Koa's Instagram the first thing they would see would be him posing as Fake Luffy - Straw hat, red jacket, denim shorts and even a little criss-cross scar on his belly. God, it was a pain in the ass to scrub that off. Should've listened to his sister and not used a sharpie...
"Well, for this year I was thinking of taking it a step further and going as Blackbeard! Yeah yeah I know, how predictable of me, but like... You gotta admit, I have a shot at rocking the look, right?"
Having finally found his ref material again, he turned his phone to Hunter to show him.
"Question is: Do I go as Marineford Blackbeard, or Yonko Blackbeard?"
