Nature, Nurture
Sakazuki came to an abrupt stop, but Kuzan did not look up from where he was leisurely looking for the key to unlock his flat.
The small child by his side, however, did, staring at Sakazuki with eyes that looked too big for her face.
“Let me guess,” he said, exasperated. “You just started on paternity leave, didn’t you?”
Kuzan finally looks over at him, pausing his actions completely. “Is that a problem?”
“Fucking Sengoku,” Sakazuki muttered under his breath instead.
With a dramatic gasp, Kuzan moved to cover the girl’s ears, earning a bewildered look from her. “Careful! There are children present!”
“I’ve heard people swear before,” the girl informed him.
“We’re marines,” Sakazuki added. That was rather self-explanatory, wasn’t it? Everyone knew sailors had the most colourful language. “Not babysitters.”
“Well, the refugee ship wasn’t going to let her on board,” Kuzan returned to his incredibly inefficient door-opening process. “And since you have set the precedent, I’ve decided this is the best option.”
“For the last time, it was Garp who brought Ace here!”
“And you’re the one taking care of him.”
As most basic fact, this one was inarguable.
“Robin’s just a girl,” Kuzan continued after Sakazuki’s extended silence. “Not an archeologist dabbling in the forbidden knowledge. She deserves to live.”
Judging by the way the girl went carefully still at his words, she seemed to disagree with at least one part of that statement. For his sanity — and continued non-lethal relations with Kuzan — Sakazuki elected to believe she was simply suicidal.
