*His typical frown doesn't budge, but his words make up for what would otherwise look like a displeased reaction to those who don't know him.
*As if reading Shanks' mind, he had wandered in the midst of the red-haired pirates work. Not too far, having a small fridge close by—
“𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑤! well, not bad for a sailor, if i do say so myself, eh?” for emphasis, he motions with the wave of his arm in a broad stroke, self-satisfied and waiting for his gold stars——and should he be so lucky, perhaps a cold drink as well.