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“Aaah! Curly brows?!” 

What was he doing here?! Ricky had seen it himself; their ship had left the island a few days before him and his friends, and also, in the complete opposite direction than they had! He may not be a sea savvy bird, but even he knew that it shouldn’t have been possible for them to meet again so damn soon!

And! And. ....Aaaaaand he just talked, didn’t he?

    “Morning to you too,” she says with a smile, eyeing the stack of pancakes Sanji had just placed in front of her. “Pancakes! Yum! Of course I don’t mind waiting. Anything’s worth waiting for when you’re cooking” she hums. “And nothing too fancy, cream will do just fine thank you, if it’s not a bother.” She thinks for a moment before answering his last question.

     Waves lapping against the dock. Gingerly, constantly, enough to make a splash. The water’s surface reflects nothing but the glowing face of the moon as it rolls along into the darkness of the horizon. There is a breeze, strong enough to blow at the tips of golden blonde hair but never pull it out of place. It is the beginning of a night bound for greatness. Something gentle, something fun; it is as welcoming and peaceful as it is invigorating . 

     Bare feet reach downward as if eager to touch the water but come nowhere close to doing so. Comfortable. She told him to dress comfortably. Dark colored pants, a dark tank top covered loosely by a long, rippling white one. Its sides run long down her upper thigh, pulling upward towards its center in a way that might threaten to show a bit of midriff had she no black tank top underneath. At her side is a small pair of dark grey, almost black boots. Short heeled, easy material to bend with the curl of a foot ── the kind of shoes one would find on a dancer. The familiar, glittering gold of a waistband just visible beyond multiple tops gives her away, if not for the fresh, clean smell of fruit and dangling jewelry. Though without her cape scarf, the eagle feathers always pinned in Lulubelle’s braid remain securely in place. She is comfortable, ready. There is something lovely about a comfortable, down-to-earth attire. As she sits quietly holding back eagerness, there is an air of maturity that gathers around her. It is here, surrounded by docked boats and only the sound of flowing water that Sanji asked to meet her. It was common for her to be much earlier than expected at any event, as anticipation often got the better of her. Fingers idly play with a long, loose strand of hair as her thoughts run on into how she was going to start the night .

//Evening, babes~ I have been slacking big time, but these days I’ve found myself with more inspiration and HOW I’VE MISSED SOCIALIZING WITH YOU.

//My girls are back, my NOODLES is home -- and there are some gorgeous new peeps I hope to mingle with. Without further ado, let’s get this show on the road, oui?

Awaiting my move (I owe)

devilslcg

terorre--sfregiato

Following my lead (Owes me)

magneticbitch

themisfitvestigationclub

❝No, I don’t, but if you don’t raise the cut, the flow of blood won’t slow down anytime soon.❞ Surely she wasn’t initially going to respond, but it would have been far odder if she had lifted their hands without a word said beforehand. Turning his way, she gifted him a smile meant to reassure that everything would be okay and that whatever had caused his cut would be gone in a flash. Perhaps she had been too casual to grab his hand, but she was thankful he trusted her, a stranger, enough to follow.

It didn’t take her long to find a seat for the both of them, where she carefully removed her glove to find the bleeding had stopped altogether. Not a second was wasted when Merry, who had followed them closely, left a small case near her so she could put on different gloves and wash the blood away with the utmost tenderness, putting on his injury some antibiotic once dried with a towel and quickly applying a bandage, all while she had a slightly concerned look on her eyes. The cut was definitely deeper than she expected, but this was as far as she could go. 

No matter how much she craved to help more, she didn’t have it in herself to potentially risk his wellbeing. Any trace of worry left her face when the final bandage was secured. 

“Ha. Ha.” It was a whispered jest in return, taking great care not to frighten off their prey. “You’ve got this, just be patient as if you were fishing.”

If she recalled correctly he liked to fish, so maybe connecting it to that would help a little. The oversized rabbit beastie they hunted now needed patience and great care not to startle it away into its burrow. ... If it had one. With as large as it was she imagined it would be a burrow she and Sanji could follow into if need be.