( tucked into sanji's bedspread is a scroll of fine parchment, sealed closed with a bit of orange-dyed twine and a charm. the scroll, should he unfurl it, is a realistic portrait of himself as nami sees him — smiling softly over his shoulder, hands working on his latest culinary masterpiece, eyes a little sultry with wanting. there's no card, but the portrait is initialed NS. )
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