[ If Ragna were twisted by the arm to pick between which locale he liked better, it wouldn't take much to get an answer out of him. He'll take the calmer waters of Nami's "beach" any day of the week. But he won't lie and say that it wasn't impressive that they managed to jam pack such a huge looking shoreline up atop the whole resort. The Cloud Dwelling Gardens really was an illusory front to whatever phenomena the House deemed fit to slap up here, wasn't it? It's impressive.
Impressive and...unsettling, if you spent too much time thinking of everything else that preludes the shift. But last month's chaos was behind them. Ahead of them now are glistening waters and crystalline, pure sands that feel warm to the touch beneath your feet as your toes sink through the grains.
New swimwear for Ragna wasn't needed, declining any new outfits that could replace his usual wears of red and black for a more appropriate ensemble. The addition of the open red hoodie helps in making him feel comfortable— no need to strip down and get questions for a shoulder-long black sleeve covering his right arm as if it was a fitness tensor.
"Come on, get in." ]
Huh? [ Passing by the boat rentals while idling out in his own thoughts, his attention is grabbed two-fold. First, the familiar voice of the pirate that lifts his mood just about instantly. ] Oh. Hey, Nami—
[ Second, if he thought she filled out her swimsuit the first time they bumped together at Talon? That little black two-piece, the cups of them covering just enough that he imagines it's gotta be comfortable and just supportive...while the bottoms of those big breasts swell invitingly to the eyes. Blink. Blink blink. Blinkblinkblink- COUGH AHEM! Back to her eyes. He's got a fair complexion, himself, but. It's the sun. That's why his face is red, okay? Don't question it. Shut up. ]
You're seriously thinking of sailing out on that "ocean"?
[ That's not a "no"! Judging by the way he's already making his way across the pier to close that distance between them. He's already in without even saying it. ]
like, hard to starboard matey
Impressive and...unsettling, if you spent too much time thinking of everything else that preludes the shift. But last month's chaos was behind them. Ahead of them now are glistening waters and crystalline, pure sands that feel warm to the touch beneath your feet as your toes sink through the grains.
New swimwear for Ragna wasn't needed, declining any new outfits that could replace his usual wears of red and black for a more appropriate ensemble. The addition of the open red hoodie helps in making him feel comfortable— no need to strip down and get questions for a shoulder-long black sleeve covering his right arm as if it was a fitness tensor.
"Come on, get in." ]
Huh? [ Passing by the boat rentals while idling out in his own thoughts, his attention is grabbed two-fold. First, the familiar voice of the pirate that lifts his mood just about instantly. ] Oh. Hey, Nami—
[ Second, if he thought she filled out her swimsuit the first time they bumped together at Talon? That little black two-piece, the cups of them covering just enough that he imagines it's gotta be comfortable and just supportive...while the bottoms of those big breasts swell invitingly to the eyes. Blink. Blink blink. Blinkblinkblink- COUGH AHEM! Back to her eyes. He's got a fair complexion, himself, but. It's the sun. That's why his face is red, okay? Don't question it. Shut up. ]
You're seriously thinking of sailing out on that "ocean"?
[ That's not a "no"! Judging by the way he's already making his way across the pier to close that distance between them. He's already in without even saying it. ]