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“Have you tried climbing a tree, jumping down as he passes, and patting his head then?”

"...That could work!!" Slower than her reaction, her brain started processing. The probability of Marco falling frontally and face down on the hard pavement was higher. That's a big risk.

It’s been a long time coming for all this in between keeping up with replies and other various things, but... SURPRISE!! I’m finally done!! ♥

A bunch of lovely ladies I’ve admired since I first came around to the fandom and continue to love to this day. I don’t do any of them justice but I had so much fun working with all of them and I would happily do it again!! 

"Our?" She leaned in, peering at her friend with curiosity and a grin. Although it was fairly obvious who the other was hinting at, Camilla still wanted vocal conformations. "What can you possibly mean by that?"

          |      ♪      GIGGLES SLIP GLOSSY LIPS —— a single digit playfully tapping her friend’s forehead pushing her back once she leaned closer before shyly turning away with cheeks flushed red; the answer had been evident of course, both girls knew it all too well yet voicing it aloud felt both N I C E and likewise embarrassing. 

      ❝ Oi oi, I thought this was the meet-up point! Why are we the first ones here? ❞ hands come to rest on his hips, clattering against one another. The friction makes a rather unpleasant sound but it’s one he’s grown used to over the years. ❝ Don’t tell me Luffy’s out causing trouble ── ❞

     Words cut themselves short. A single drop of water falls onto his sunglasses and the distant roar of thunder sounds as though it’s grown impatient. Head snapping up to the sky, the cyborg seems thoroughly unfazed by the weather’s sudden desire to shift. It was such a fickle thing in the New World. One moment the sun graced the sky and the next lightning would strike a building and set it aflame. No matter how often the phenomenon occurred, he never could quite get a firm grasp on understanding it. It made him grateful knowing Nami had somehow learned to combat it when they were out to sea . 

     The makings of rainfall leave a peculiar scent of humidity in the air. Dense, heavy. The smell of damp soil from nearby potted plants would begin to take over the moment it got any heavier. But as a mist begins to turn into a fine drizzle, his attention snaps away from the sky. Recollection comes in the form of soft purple eyes. Scared, flighty, like a child ready to dart into the horizon. Unfazed becomes serious and quickly he moves .

❝Camilla?❞ The navigator wandered into the room holding clippings of her tangerine trees. She took great care of them, having grown up on the orchard, caring for them was ingrained in her head, however it seemed like one of the tree’s was in need of a little assistance.

MIK WE NEED TO PROTECT OLLIE FROM HENTAI ARTISTS

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