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Koby ([personal profile] kobes) wrote2024-06-09 04:14 pm

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[personal profile] money 2024-09-21 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
and you don't want to kill him
?


( just when you think someone is starting to understand you........and they say the dumbest shit you ever heard........... )

YES totally yes that's so fun
i guess i'll ask everyone if they want piercings. we can have a party

you look really cute with your whole studious good boy dork thing but i also think you look cute more feminine. and we're pretty much the same size so you have double the closet
and so do i 😍
actually now that i think about it you just always look cute. how is that fair
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[personal profile] money 2024-09-21 03:07 am (UTC)(link)






( sudden fear she's the shitty one for getting mad at them for sleeping around. she already knows she's functionally unhinged about it and has dragged them both over the fire about it – this does not bode well for her sanity. )

ugh
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[personal profile] money 2024-09-21 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
( luckily, there's always more alcohol. )

shanks already has his ears pierced







i think? i'll ask actually
they're all getting invited

you're a softie
oh shut up


( what are these lies!!! )
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[personal profile] money 2024-09-23 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
they are idiots
they're alright tho

"training together"? koby ew


( actually getting drunk was a terrible idea, because now she's all emotional about koby thinking she's pretty. he knows what he's doing, the asshole. )

okay fine i'll marry you jeeze
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[personal profile] money 2024-09-25 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
( and to the door — one bouncy nami, a nearly inedible cocktail in her hand that is maybe four parts vodka to one parts orange juice, because sanji didn't make it for her. she opens the door with a little more grandeur than it probably deserves, an arm extended in a ta-dah, it's me way, without actually offering to help him with the clothes. her hands are full (with cocktail). )

Yay, come in. You can just drop those on the bed.

( see also, her humble piercing operation: needles, a lighter, a cut up apple, alcohol wipes and paper towels, all laid out on her desk. she waits until he's inside before following up with, )

And you better not flirt with Shanks when he gets here. I'm so serious. Deadly serious.