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He'd gone to great lengths to set everything up before the big night. After all, it wasn't often that Nami would actually agree to spending the evening alone with him. As far as he was concerned, there was no way this could possibly have been anything but a date between the two of them. And if that was the case, then she didn't just deserve him at his best. She deserved everything at it's best.

Another blessing just so happened to be that the Strawhats had made landfall on a rather captivating island. Which made for the perfect backdrop to a beautiful evening. He discovered a nice, quiet spot near the beachside where the two could waste the hours away, simply enjoying each other's company. As well as the obligatory, extravagant dinner he had decided to grace her with.

He tried his best to keep his more.. expressive behavioral traits in check. But it was just too hard to hold back the occasional swoon and far too descriptive compliment he was prone to throwing her way whenever he found himself in that 'lovestruck fool' type of mood. Sanji hadn't expected anything beyond the two having fun that night. Just knowing thats he enjoyed herself would have been enough for him.

But then, came that question. Almost entirely out of the blue. For a moment he couldn't help but think he'd had a little too much wine, which caused his imagination to start running away from him. But no. This was real. Those radiant, gem-like eyes were staring right at him in an almost expectant manner. And though his mind had whipped itself into a chaotic frenzy of nervousness and excitement, his voice had never been clearer. Nor had it carried any more conviction.

❝ .. There's only one thing I've ever wanted. ❞

'ˢᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃ⁻'

His hands slowly reaches out for her own, before his fingers curl gently into her own. If this was how it was going to be, then he'd hold nothing back. Today, finally, he'd tell her every single thing he'd felt. Beyond simple flattery and expressions of attraction. He would lay his heart bare for her. And express his love in the truest sense!

❝ Nami.. I want-- ❞

'ᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃᵃaaaaaAAANNNNNJIIIIIIIIIIIII!'

At that very moment, Luffy pierced through the night like a comet and crashed directly into Sanji's chest, knocking the cook out cold from the blunt force trauma. Sanji may have tried to ensure he found somewhere where the others wouldn't find them, but there was no hiding the smell of food from Luffy's nose!

'Sanj, were you cooking stuff in secret for us?! You're such a great guy! Oh, hey, Nami's here too!'

~ Namiya ~

Gem: Spinel

Ability: (WIP)

Familiar: Cadenza (Hummingbird)

Svan // Sho // Nami // Lunasera

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❝ ... ❞

In retrospect, he really only had himself to blame for this. He should have known something was amiss the moment the Strawhats approached him out of the blue like that. Even moreso when the rest of his crew all conveniently had 'somewhere else to go' at the exact same time and disappeared from sight, leaving him with very little choice but to be roped into this.

'This', being their little surprise banquet as they all sailed towards their next destination together. All the festivities and jubilation just really wasn't his thing. It wasn't like he couldn't appreciate it, but there were far more important things to be doing than goofing around. And it was that thought process exactly that likely landed him in this situation.

A heavy sigh passes through the surgeon's lips, watching on with his usual stone-faced expression while Strawhat ran around and.. Was he sticking something up his nose? Yeah, he was definitely sticking something up his nose over there. He needs to get off the main deck before he gets pulled into this.

Of course, ever the vigilant woman, Nico Robin questions him on where he was going, prompting a few of the others to look in his direction. Usopp then follows with one of his trademark displays of mimicry, uttering something along the lines of 'Leave me alone. I'm busy sulking' in a horrendous accent that was in no way similar to Law's.

❝ I'M NOT SULKING!! ❞

He was wondering why she insisted on dragging him all the way here. The question was, why did he ever even bother to agree in the first place? He should have seen this coming. In fact, he most likely did. Chalk it up to yet another momentary lapse in judgment from the Surgeon of Death.

Dancing wasn't something that Law did. In fact, he never danced before in his entire life. Needless to say, he was well outside of his comfort zone being put on the spot like this. Then again, being around the Straw Hat crew was just a never ending string of pushing him outside of his comfort zone.

Honestly, they were such a frustrating bunch. Putting up with them was so utterly tiring. And yet, he continued to do so, despite his complaints. His hand reaches out to accept her own. And, despite still putting on that trademark grumpy expression of his, leads her towards the dance floor.

❝ .. Tell anyone about this and I'll stick the cook back in your body again. ❞