Buggycentric Stories

"It'd been three days and Buggy still felt the warmth of the palm against his lower back. It had been nothing but a small gesture, something Crocodile had done mindlessly when they'd been climbing the stairs to the older man's apartment." Or Buggy thinks about something that happened to him a few nights ago at a party.

"Crocodile was the one to break the silence. 'It repels you, doesn't it?' He finally said. 'What?' Buggy asked, confused. 'Alcohol.' It wasn't that Buggy didn't like drinking, or didn't like alcohol, it would be a lie, even, but he could go without it most of the time. Buggy didn't like to not be in full possession of his faculties. Losing his swimming abilities had been a blow, and he'd quickly understood that being drunk was a state he would now have to purposefully avoid. It wasn't something people usually understood."