[...] midruin.

Frank smirks, "Yeah. New. The last hooker I saved from the mafia got me some as a thank you. Told her I'd rather get stuff to keep clean since I can't just wander into every shop you know. Some let me. But I don't think if people got a good look at me they'd know." Frank looks at Matt, "You don't smell so bad yourself. Ah for Karen she knwos by now. She's already asked and I told her she's not who I got my eyes on anyways..." Frank idly plays with the cross on his necklace silently, "She's gone but not forgetten my sweet Maria."

matt laughs to himself. that had been a crazy night. trying to catch a few z's, only to find himself being robbed. he'd left them hung up on the steps to the court house as a treat. foggy hadn't like that but cut him slack eventually. "of course-" matt says sincerely. he hadn't meant to imply too much, but his teasing often lead him astray. "i'll try to remind her there's a very sexy blind man in the next office instead." he winks, slowing his pace, hearing the cars come closer. the streets edge pinged in red and white as noises bounced back to him.

how is he supposed to work like this - his hands are mush, his brain is melted. a moment passes and he blinks once, twice, lips pouting, chasing after her lingering sweet lips. "i'm not used to getting the perfect menu order like this." he chokes out, strong fingers quickly flexing and cracking before grabbing the oil nearby. it looks like tanning oil but he's sure it's the same idea as tenderizing a tough chicken breast - only!! this girl is kind and pretty and will talk to him while his fingers work the tense muscle! he swoons, hearts in his eyes once more. "of course nami, whatever you want. lay down, lay down, get comfortable." he starts pulling back his shirt sleeves to keep the oil from the white fabric.

"Thank you! After you help me. Do you think you can make some sort of a tangerine cake? I picked a few and want something sweet...unless I could get a kiss from you?" She smirks sweetly.

a KISS ? A KISS . maybe he was dreaming, maybe she WAS dreaming - was this something she would say to him ? something she would want ? he looks at her, turns away, slaps himself once, twice, and upon the stinging red flesh of his hand and cheek ensuring this is reality, he turns back to her. puffy and smiling. "i would do both- i will do both, what order - back, kiss, cake ? kiss, cake, back? kiss cake bath? i mean back- i - oh dear."

"The last thing the papers said about me was when I tied up those mafiasos to the tree in the tiger pen for them to find in the Central Park zoo." He laughs softly as he follows along with Matt slowing his gait just slightly to let the other walk in tandem. "How sweet of you to let me go with you to the post office."

matt shrugs, happy to hear him somewhat cheerful. it isn't that matt forgives him for the way he ... takes care of business - no, that's between him and god , but who is matt to judge . no sinner, no saint, no one could do what god will do on judgement day. instead he snorts, leaning into Frank and smelling in deeply. "new aftershave? it's nice." matt can smell his aftershave but it's nothing alluring or life changing. it is however a wonderful distraction as he begins listening for the telltale bells and whistles that generally go off next to his favorite dine and dash cafe. if he's right, they're barely a block away. and from the amazing smell of wafting glazed sugar, he's totally right as usual. "i mean not that i'm keeping tabs on your dating life or anything. karen's definitely not asking about the dangerously good looking guy in the tabloids or anything."

"Then how about you help me release some tension by giving me a nice back rub on the deck. It's such a nice day out today I want to tan a bit." She states her boobs jiggle ever so slightly.

He can't help himself - looking backwards, forward, to his sides. Searching for anyone else in close proximity before pointing to himself, hearts forming in his eyes, "Me??" He's dashing towards the deck already, "Let's go! let's go! Daylights wasting Nami!"

"my, my, what a gentleman. you know the newspaper would never report that." he matched frank's pace and cocked his head sideway, a gesture often denoting confusion but for him, he was listening. to frank's steady heartbeat- always truthful and relaxed & to the city. a heartbeat he recognized as kin, a steady thrum of music. "well, i'm actually heading to the post office. foggy's convinced he's going to receive a letter from publishers house any day with a big fat check." he laughs. "i could use the company."

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Frank looks at the other, "I"m not even murdering and your following me like a hawk. What does the blind lawyer have to do with a mass killer when he hasn't killed in weeks." Frank states sipping his coffee as he walks alongside Matt.

matt doesn't mind the way frank assumes the worst. in fact, he finds a smile morphing his otherwise serious features. "maybe i missed your beautiful mug." sarcasm, his first language. the aroma of the coffee wafts by him in the warm air. he taps his cane just wide enough to get in franks way, the click of it joining in the myriad of lines and shadows that create his sense of sight.

"Anything for me, Sanji? Anything you'd do for me?" She bats her eyelashes sweetly. "Please, pretty, please?" She leans over and kisses his cheek.

"n-nami!" If Sanji's brain short circuits, he can't help it. His face goes red and flushed - "ANYTHING- let me HELP! please, i can do it !!"

Nami smiles, "And you think you could help?" She's leaning over the other, smiling as she pouts slightly. "I won't be too unfair...come on now."

a pathetic noise escapes him, her beauty is enrapturing. her proximity altogether too much for him to deny her anything. "for you, i could do it. i'm sure nothing could keep me from helping."