shit— thought i’d done a better job of sneaking out this morning. apologies, gorgeous, letting you lay in bed cold and alone is a travesty. i’ll hurry and be back soon. in the meantime, maybe this’ll make up for it?
[ Attached is a photo of Sanji in his cute, pink apron, grinning and waving at the camera— without any other scrap of clothing on. ]
here i thought i was doing a passable job at being sneaky. guess i should know better. that mean you always notice when i shift out of your arms to wake you in a way befitting the princess you are?
[ It’s his turn to grin stupidly— and almost miss his timing on the soufflé that’s baking in the oven— before quickly adding. ]
shit, you’re a vision of loveliness just as always. i’m hurrying.
You should be flattered. I miss you when you're gone.
[ Laughing to herself as the sound of what could be hasty movement from the kitchen reaches her in bed, Nami looks back down at her watch face, her finger skimming over the screen affectionately, before deciding pestering him was her best course of action. ]
you think i'm not? you should see the way i'm grinning, gorgeous. bet you'd call me a sap if you could see it.
[ She'll have to wait on that if she wants him back in bed faster. He could take a picture, sure, but that just delays finishing breakfast by a few more precious seconds. ]
mmmm, three minutes, give or take? just need to finish plating everything and then i'll be back where i belong before you know it.
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[ Attached is a photo of Sanji in his cute, pink apron, grinning and waving at the camera— without any other scrap of clothing on. ]
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[ She grins stupidly at the picture and sends him one of her cozy and half tangled in his sheets, hair ruffled. ]
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[ It’s his turn to grin stupidly— and almost miss his timing on the soufflé that’s baking in the oven— before quickly adding. ]
shit, you’re a vision of loveliness just as always. i’m hurrying.
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[ Laughing to herself as the sound of what could be hasty movement from the kitchen reaches her in bed, Nami looks back down at her watch face, her finger skimming over the screen affectionately, before deciding pestering him was her best course of action. ]
How much longer?
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[ She'll have to wait on that if she wants him back in bed faster. He could take a picture, sure, but that just delays finishing breakfast by a few more precious seconds. ]
mmmm, three minutes, give or take? just need to finish plating everything and then i'll be back where i belong before you know it.