[ she huffs, even as she leans into the cup of his hand, lashes fluttering at the tender coolness of his fingertips. it takes her a moment to see him properly, red-eyed and sallow-skinned. not sick, the way he was before, but not well, at least. one hand slides from the counter to his hip, climbing up the flat of his ribs to find where his heart thuds in his chest. ]
For Nami. [ a beat. shoulders bunching up, she scuffs a shoe on his pristine kitchen floor. ] For you.
[ ‘cause she didn’t want a stupid job, when she woke up here, far from the world (and the hardships) she’s known all her life. she didn’t want anything or anyone but silco, returned to her, then gone again. it was sanji and koby who found her. saw her as more than she was (than she is, than she can be). and invited her into something bigger, warmer, until nami sealed the deal with a gifted scarf around her neck. ]
I don’t even know what that is. [ her nose wrinkles, more at the description than the smoke, when silco smells the same. ] Sounds made up.
[ with a tsk that tugs her mouth sideways, she leans up on the tip-toes of her combat boots to snatch the cigarette from his mouth and kiss him — before he can complain about that, too. ]
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[ she huffs, even as she leans into the cup of his hand, lashes fluttering at the tender coolness of his fingertips. it takes her a moment to see him properly, red-eyed and sallow-skinned. not sick, the way he was before, but not well, at least. one hand slides from the counter to his hip, climbing up the flat of his ribs to find where his heart thuds in his chest. ]
For Nami. [ a beat. shoulders bunching up, she scuffs a shoe on his pristine kitchen floor. ] For you.
[ ‘cause she didn’t want a stupid job, when she woke up here, far from the world (and the hardships) she’s known all her life. she didn’t want anything or anyone but silco, returned to her, then gone again. it was sanji and koby who found her. saw her as more than she was (than she is, than she can be). and invited her into something bigger, warmer, until nami sealed the deal with a gifted scarf around her neck. ]
I don’t even know what that is. [ her nose wrinkles, more at the description than the smoke, when silco smells the same. ] Sounds made up.
[ with a tsk that tugs her mouth sideways, she leans up on the tip-toes of her combat boots to snatch the cigarette from his mouth and kiss him — before he can complain about that, too. ]