drags himself into the cafe. "I. need. MEAT!" Jumps up and runs up to Joy. "Meat please!"
A flurry of steps and movements caught the perceptive waitress off guard – an expression of outward surprise and a dash of intrigue painting her visage. It took longer than a moment, to decipher the facial features of such an…
…Exquisite creature.
Her nostrils almost flared at the registration of the male pirate – captain to the head chef –
- And captor of her every thought.
The disruptive thought was slighted with the palm of a gracious hand, assuming a position of service.
“Meat? Welcome Mugiwara, please take a seat – I’ll have the meal prepared,”
Through gritted teeth, the raven kept her urges at bay, a professional atmosphere questionably present.















