#tctidem

      it seemed as though the crew had gone onto the island leaving both usopp and franky to guard the sunny. this was perfect! usopp needed help with his present for sanji for his birthday, and he knew franky would be more than happy to aid him. 

     least he hoped he would be. 

@tctidem​ said:

Oh never fret to be forgotten. What a terrible feeling that is to ones that are meant to shine like stars. Lulubelle tosses a rose to Cavendish with an admiring smile. It's fresh cut, personally cleaned, beautiful ─ safely edible, perhaps, to the more peculiar. ❝ For you. ❞

In a graceful and dramatic flourish, Cavendish carefully caught the rose and returned her smile. After all the harassment he’s faced recently, this was a very welcome gesture.

      “ A griffin?? I didn’t think there’d be a devil fruit for THOSE!!! ”

      Excitement flourished in her eyes. Mian Ju had the appearance of a skypiean, their little white wings fluttering a bit with utter interest in seeing the devil fruit. They definitely wanted to see! They weren’t there for business--well not under this guise. This was simply one of their extras...Plus they didn’t want to do business right now! And a skypiean selling masks? What a stupid idea! For now. Some people would find joy in buying something from someone from the sky, but they doubted that’d work well for this place.

Silver edge parting a large blossom in two, severed petals falling in a clump upon the ground where other trimmings create an unplanned collage of natural color. A sigh, clearly displeased with an outcome short of perfection, though no difference in quality seems noticeable. Cloak placed aside in the name of method and intricacy, Nasim places the newly cut flower atop card stock and outlines its edge with faint lines powdered in charcoal. Attentive, focused, old tradition is followed down to the smallest detail, ignorant of the world outside of process.

He thought it a relatively quiet place; a clearing free of disturbance, out in the blistering sun, fit to dry flora and indulge in a pastime that was not suffocated in the grueling depths of the sands. How unfortunate to be proven otherwise, snapping away from the lull of activity and partial bliss at the very first sign of company. A hushed suck of teeth, tongue readily forked in defense, dulled into audible annoyance as the activity continues unhindered, not even bothering to turn around and properly acknowledge the presence lingering behind him.

❝ Do you mind? I’m busy. ❞ Enunciated with a blunt tone, standoffish in no uncertain terms. / ( @ Whoever you’re feeling the most! )

Warm air and clear skies had drawn the mermaid out to play, roaming the forest in search of flowers to keep and press, unique to the island they landed on. It was tradition, to keep little mementos of each place - so she wouldn’t forget. She had asked the villagers, been told there was a clearing on a hill that was brimming with fresh summer wildflowers. With a backpack full of old, heavy books, and a basket of snacks, Aya had set off, the warm dirt a comforting sensation against her bare feet.

She hadn’t expected to come across someone else there. For a moment, she thought she ought to turn around, leave the man to his devices. But the flowers were so pretty... And he seemed to be rather absorbed in his work. Setting her belongings along the edge of the clearing, out of his way, she carefully approached, curious.

His words made her take a half-step back, embarrassed flush creeping along her cheeks. “Oh! I, um, I’m sorry... I, um, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She pauses, eyes glancing down to the work he was doing. “It’s, um, your work is lovely.” Aya adds after a moment, voice soft.