[Franky halt himself, taking no step further. He scratched the top of his head, Law made a good point. Like an endless sea, it helped to have a good navigator, and Franky wasn't one. It felt as if it had been some days since both him and Law departed to Wano, left Luffy to handle the Sanji case.]
Hurry up and lead. [Franky said, shades propped up as he flashed a grin, excited about this strange world. He waited until Law moved ahead of him.]
[Franky was done with his antics, back to his collective self. When Sanji flashed the device in his hand, Franky extended one palm out, opened, in the center, a hole from the palm reveled where his smaller hand mechanic peeked out holding the same device. Listen, there were other places Franky would have tucked it, but he chose it close in hand.
Much as the device itself intrigued the cyborg, Franky wasn't, least not just yet.]
[For a moment there, when Aizawa's thought out loud, Franky's face glowed, taken his loud persona as a compliment. Franky.]
Aww geeze, thanks, brother.
[When they became brothers was a mystery. Still, Franky complied with Bon Guy's request as the restraints were lifted. The lights that once flickered so brightly dimmed as they powered down. Franky's giant thumbs rubbed gently over his nipples, made sure both were functional and...well he felt like it. He built his body, loves his creation okay.]
All you had to do was ask, not go all bondage justice mode. [He propped his sunglasses over his head.] People are quick to misjudge.
[LIKE HE'S ONE TO TALK. What was that cloth made out of? It peaked Franky's interest for a bit, he brushed his chin at the thought of it.]
[ When did they become 'brothers'? Aizawa just gives him a flat look in response to that. He also lets out an annoyed click of the tongue when the cyborg starts rubbing at his nipples right in front of him. That's very cursed still. Stop. Do that at home. ]
This is how I fight. If people are going to make wrong assumptions, they should get their minds out of the gutter.
[ After some nonsense that happened last month, he's pretty used to people assuming he's a pervert because of his binding cloth technique. Aizawa doesn't care what other people think of him, however.
Now it looks like the large cyborg is thinking about something else. Does he even want to know? ] What now?
[Sanji peers into Franky's hand, noticing the device that's planted in his open palm. Ah, so he does have one already, good.]
It's useful. Better than the shitty snails we have back home.
[He presses a few buttons on his own device, trying to show Franky the different features it has.] Besides instantly communicating with others and sending pictures, you can pull up a map on this thing.
[There's something called a browser too?? He's still not 100% sure what all that is about, besides it being full of random shit.]
[Every time a child laid eyes on him, the cyborg flashed a grin with a good thumb up. He loved the attention, robots are cool okay. After he entertained the kids for a bit, he propped his shades over his head.]
Why mix some good shirts with dresses? [He didn't sound enthusiastic about it, daunted more like it. The cyborg shrugged, tossed his doubts out of mind.] Ladies first.
[He waited for Robin to take the lead, and then followed.]
So, did ya think of this world? Find anything interesting yet?
[Franky grinned widely in silent. Did Franky just take 'mind gutter' as a compliment too? He did, whether it was directed to him or general. Obviously he didn't care. He quietly approved of this method. Great fighting style Bondage Man.
When Aizawa asked what was on the cyborg's mind, Franky's grin faded, the conversation steered to business. Franky pointed out to the capture weapon around the Hero's neck.]
Your bondage weapon isn't bad. [Sounded wrong, and prayed Hero Guy listened as Franky quickly corrected the assumption.] I mean, I know a guy who used regular rope to take down people twice his size. Yours work the same way, except its covers more when binding and surprisingly lighter to work with.
[Franky agrees, this device is better than the transponder snail. He watches as Sanji demonstrates, leaning closer to the chef, eyes lighting as he pushes his shades up.]
That's SUPER useful! [Oh man, the ideas brewing in this pervert's head.]
Send pictures out, huh. [Oh no, more ideas. (Sanji stop selling this like its TikTok)] What does can it do?
[Normally, Sanji wouldn't encourage Franky too much, but hell. He's glad to see him and he knows that everyone else will feel the same way when they see their shipwright again. So, he pulls away just slightly and holds the device up, like he's about to film Franky.]
It records you, if that makes sense. Here, do something flashy.
[ He doesn't really know what Franky is looking so pleased about. Most people would not be looking so pleased about being accused of having their minds in the gutter. It looks even more incriminating when Franky follows up with that compliment for his weapon, and Aizawa gives him a flat look in response. At least he follows up soon after with what seems like an almost professional interest in his weapon.]
You're more observant than you look. [ With the nipple lights from before, it's only natural that he didn't have the best first impression. ]
It's a special material that stiffens and loosens depending on how you use it. Sounds like you know a bit about this. [ He's talking to a cyborg right now. Whether or not the cybernetic parts of his body were the result of modifications, or a quirk, he likely has to do some tuning up. Maybe he's one of those support types. ]
[First impressions are important, and listen, Franky looked for style and vocal.]
You don't look pretty either. [Don't get him started with first impressions with you tired bondage man.]
I use something like this similar for my hair. It's a mix of my hair follicle with this special metal, so I can style my hair anytime and anywhere. [Yes, he's still bald at the moment. Franky rubs the top of his head. He didn't go into details, so he shrugged.] Wrapping people isn't my thing, so it went for good hair use, gel free.
[ Aizawa doesn't give much of a response to Franky's retort. He doesn't care about the way that he looks and does nothing to look after it, so he's well aware that he doesn't leave the best first impressions on people. It wouldn't make sense to take offense when you put in 0 effort into your looks in the first place.
Aizawa's interest was peaked when it looked like Franky knew a thing or two about developing support items, but he hadn't quite expected this explanation about ... malleable hair. ]
You're telling me all this, but you're practically bald right now. [ It doesn't feel like Franky is lying though. Aizawa's curious to see how this hair works and if it's really anything like the material the capture cloth is made of. ]
[While she's not a fan of robots, she did enjoy the way the kids loved Franky's form.]
Hmm, I'm not sure. It could be a mistake someone made then they kept it for convenience or they figured that people would be passing through would be catch the items from the corner of their eye. Either way it's an interesting place for clothes isn't it? [Robin had another theory, though she figured those two would be good for now. She nodded at Franky on her way over to the rack.]
It's very interesting. There are many things I want to explore I have a lot of questions too. Right now I'm curious about these gems and their functions. I have an emerald what gem do you have?
[Franky waited for some retaliation from Aizawa, anything really. When nothing happened, Franky gave Aizawa a blank look. Hey, he could had at least defended himself. Franky almost pity the guy.
Anyway... Onward to the next subject. Franky's grin returned, stretching across his face, stoked from Aizawa's observation.]
I know right? Try to look impress, okay brother.
[With his large index finger, he pressed his metal nose and then began to count to three. On three he released his nose and the magic began to work, more hair sprung up from his scalp nearly giving this guy an afro look. Yet it didn't end there, his new wave of hair moved and molded, creating a style. When the hair style was done weaving, it became a diamond-like gem similar to some of the residence he met, almost like a statue sat on top of his head. Franky posed, his grin never ceased.]
And that's Franky's Hair Salon! AOW!
[Now Franky was a giant robot with a blue diamond on top of his head.]
[ He really isn't sure what to expect when the cyborg starts pressing at his nose. First of all, who puts a button there? Aizawa watches with curiousity, and though he had expected something nonsensical he still blinks in incredulity when the strands of Franky's hair go popping out of his scalp like a child's toy. He won't doubt that the fibers of those hairs have a similar quality to his capture cloth, able to stiffen and become lax with the right control, but the reason for this technology cannot be more ridiculous. ]
I can see the similarity. Even if the application could not be more irrational. [ This is coming from a guy who looks like he has not combed in years, however. There's no way he could appreciate self-styling hair strands. ]
Did you build all that yourself? [ Or maybe he was born like this. It's entirely possible to be born with a robot-like quirk, so he wouldn't discount it. ]
[At this point, Franky may take some of his rational responses as a complement for the sake of... both of them. ]
Aww, thanks brother. [Yep, this feels much better. Aizawa is a rational guy, but at least he can see good technology. Franky gives him a good pat on the shoulder with his large hand.] You still got some good eyes for them being so dried.
With my own two hands. [Not to mention uncovering a secret lab with some great treasure. Franky flashes a grin as he slams both arms together below this time.] Impressive, right? You are looking at a one of a kind artillery missile rocket launching ready to wreck shit cyborg! And--- Many more because I have to keep some secrets for the bigger show.
( oh, right, this snail has a little mirror in the bottom corner! he's able to see himself and see franky at the same time, which is a pretty useful feature. congrats, franky. please enjoy as zoro tilts his nose higher in search of nose hairs that are totally not there. )
I need you to build something. I tried it myself but it didn't work.
(didn't work means zoro turns the camera around to reveal a pile of wood that he's no doubt gotten frustrated with and decided to cut in half. )
Nope, still there. You gotta dig deeper Bro. [Man, Franky can pull better lies than Usopp. Is there a record button on this thing? Can he take a picture. Please standby as he tries to figure this out cause this shit is hilarious. He listens to Zoro's plea and sees... a mess.]
I see. [Nope, not a clue what he was trying to build.] What the hell is that suppose to be? A dog house?
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