[ The conflicted feeling that found her gut tightening after the first time she found him returns after reading that last message. The impossible joy of having a crewmate with her again after months of sticking it out on her own, pairing with the despair inducing knowledge that Sanji is now also a prisoner of the House to form a leaden knot in her stomach, a tangle Nami doesn't know if she'll ever really be able to work out.
But he's here, and somehow the relief tempering the raw edges of that tumult is enough to make her seem at ease, instead of concerned, after she finally turns a corner and crosses paths with the cook padding around her suite calling for her. ]
They sent you a fruit basket? [ The corners of her eyes crease skeptically, certain those fruits aren't at all what they seem. It's a reminder of how much about the casino Sanji hasn't been exposed to yet, further cementing the notion that getting him up here and keeping him within arm's reach at all times is the right choice. Back home, Sanji's attention was perplexing. That warm, almost reverent interest too overwhelming, treating her with a level of esteem Nami wasn't used to being at the brunt of.
Things have changed, at least somewhat. She's somewhat closer to relaxing into being sincerely adored, but more than that, Nami's learned to reach for others, even if she's burying one motive inside another when she does it.
A decisive glint flashes briefly in her eyes as Nami rolls up onto the balls of her feet. Her weight pitches forward easily, leaning into him and pressing her mouth against his, wordlessly encouraging him to take her up on the invitation and stay close, and covertly celebrating that he's near enough to do this with in the first place. She wouldn't be able to express it in words without bristling, but this? So much more straightforward. ]
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But he's here, and somehow the relief tempering the raw edges of that tumult is enough to make her seem at ease, instead of concerned, after she finally turns a corner and crosses paths with the cook padding around her suite calling for her. ]
They sent you a fruit basket? [ The corners of her eyes crease skeptically, certain those fruits aren't at all what they seem. It's a reminder of how much about the casino Sanji hasn't been exposed to yet, further cementing the notion that getting him up here and keeping him within arm's reach at all times is the right choice. Back home, Sanji's attention was perplexing. That warm, almost reverent interest too overwhelming, treating her with a level of esteem Nami wasn't used to being at the brunt of.
Things have changed, at least somewhat. She's somewhat closer to relaxing into being sincerely adored, but more than that, Nami's learned to reach for others, even if she's burying one motive inside another when she does it.
A decisive glint flashes briefly in her eyes as Nami rolls up onto the balls of her feet. Her weight pitches forward easily, leaning into him and pressing her mouth against his, wordlessly encouraging him to take her up on the invitation and stay close, and covertly celebrating that he's near enough to do this with in the first place. She wouldn't be able to express it in words without bristling, but this? So much more straightforward. ]