[ She's not drinking at the moment, but Nami keeps her glass raised anyway, if only to hide her face behind when Luffy goes red and starts coughing, aware that she's to blame (her and the fact that he consumes food with all the gusto of a force of nature). Normally Nami would swat aside the sense of satisfaction that rises over getting him flustered like that, but after what happened in the fitting room, and coupled with what he comes back at her with, pushing aside how pleased she is to have this much of an effect on him is impossible. ]
I thought we were going to after the buffet. [ Now she's drinking again, wide-eyed and glaring down at the floor when yet another painfully blunt yet somehow lightly delivered remark falls out of her mouth. This isn't the kind of stuff Nami's ever been so casual about or so expressly truthful, at least, not without throwing shadows and shapes to create a diversion and maintain some space.
Luffy again comes through, pulling food out of his pockets and distracting her from all the heavier implications a conversation like this ought to have. Like the suggestion that they depart the buffet immediately, it strikes her as sweet, sweeter than it would be on a more rational day. ] Sure looks like you think we're going to too. [ She should be calling him out, and shutting this down because his pockets are probably disgusting now, thus still proving her point, but - she'd rather be alone with him once there's a break in his buffet conquering. ]
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I thought we were going to after the buffet. [ Now she's drinking again, wide-eyed and glaring down at the floor when yet another painfully blunt yet somehow lightly delivered remark falls out of her mouth. This isn't the kind of stuff Nami's ever been so casual about or so expressly truthful, at least, not without throwing shadows and shapes to create a diversion and maintain some space.
Luffy again comes through, pulling food out of his pockets and distracting her from all the heavier implications a conversation like this ought to have. Like the suggestion that they depart the buffet immediately, it strikes her as sweet, sweeter than it would be on a more rational day. ] Sure looks like you think we're going to too. [ She should be calling him out, and shutting this down because his pockets are probably disgusting now, thus still proving her point, but - she'd rather be alone with him once there's a break in his buffet conquering. ]