Alina?
( Luffy thinks on that one, trying to figure out who that is as the sounds of rustling foliage interrupt.
In the end though it doesn't matter. If that's who Nami says...)
Alright! I don't have time to listen to everyone so I'll just listen to you.
( Luffy thinks on that one, trying to figure out who that is as the sounds of rustling foliage interrupt.
In the end though it doesn't matter. If that's who Nami says...)
Alright! I don't have time to listen to everyone so I'll just listen to you.
I'm about to go over the gate and look around there.
(A pause as Luffy wonders if he should climb or just squeeze through. There's also the wondering if Nami should be outside as much when someone has already taken a shot at her.)
You don't need to come, I'll find him.
(A pause as Luffy wonders if he should climb or just squeeze through. There's also the wondering if Nami should be outside as much when someone has already taken a shot at her.)
You don't need to come, I'll find him.
[This is where Koby would normally curl up into a tight little ball, would nuzzle into the crook of Nami's neck that smells like citrus and sunlight, would probably cry his already-ragged throat even more raw with frustration and grief and hurt. But there's a band of bruising across her throat, and a hollow exhaustion in her eyes, and that fiery protectiveness is back like it never left.
So when Koby climbs onto the bed, wobbly and shivery from days without sleeping or eating enough, he switches things up a bit -- instead of curling into Nami, he tucks her under his chin, protectively, his scrawny little body somehow much less scrawny after months and months, somehow broader and leaner and -- more adult, maybe. Enough that he can wrap both arms around her and rest his cheek on top of her head and breathe in that tangerine scent and almost (almost) believe they're gonna be okay.
At the very least, he can believe that nothing's going to get close to Nami while he's there. The wolves aren't the only ones with teeth.]
So when Koby climbs onto the bed, wobbly and shivery from days without sleeping or eating enough, he switches things up a bit -- instead of curling into Nami, he tucks her under his chin, protectively, his scrawny little body somehow much less scrawny after months and months, somehow broader and leaner and -- more adult, maybe. Enough that he can wrap both arms around her and rest his cheek on top of her head and breathe in that tangerine scent and almost (almost) believe they're gonna be okay.
At the very least, he can believe that nothing's going to get close to Nami while he's there. The wolves aren't the only ones with teeth.]
nami. ♥ i have a request for you.
can you please pick out an outfit that you feel pretty in?
of course, you look pretty in everything you wear. but choose something special, something sweet and coquettish for a sweet fall evening.
i'd like to take you out.
can you please pick out an outfit that you feel pretty in?
of course, you look pretty in everything you wear. but choose something special, something sweet and coquettish for a sweet fall evening.
i'd like to take you out.
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