Clean Freak

           A  QUIET  DAY  upon  the  ship  hadn’t  been  too  common  but  Marco  would  take  the  chance  to  enjoy  every  bit  of  it  while  it  lasted;  he  had  intended  on  retreating  to  get  some  work  done  in  his  office  when  a  young  voice  demanded  his  attention,  her  call  of  his  name  grasping  his  focus  and  prompting  him  to  turn  around,  aqua  hues  glancing  down  at  the  young  girl  expectantly.  

           His  lazy  weary  features  soften  with  a  friendly  and  warm  smile  hoping  to  ease  her  into  feeling  comfortable  enough  with  whatever  she  intended  to  ask  —  it  wasn’t  often  they  had  such  young  members  aboard  but  Marco  always  had  quite  a  soft  spot  for  kids.  

           A  hum  in  response  to  her  question  before  correcting.  ❝Not  quite-yoi~  —  but  I  have  been  with  him  for  a  very  very  long  time❞  about  three  decades  now,  if  he  hadn’t  been  mistaken  —  felt  like  an  eternity  to  the  phoenix  though.  He  chuckles  lightly  and  pats  the  young  girl  on  her  head.  ❝I  couldn’t  have  been  much  younger  than  you  when  he  took  me  in-yoi  —  but  now  what  brought  this  on?❞

░  ⌜❁⌟ Between his status as the first commander and endless ship stories that seemed to always involve him, it seemed like the phoenix was with this crew from the very start. To hear otherwise was a surprise, but it still didn’t dishearten her from asking the questions she had thought up. If anything it added more. 

              ❝Really? Well then, when did you join? I bet the crew was still pretty small.❞ Hard to imagine this group as anything but the massive following it currently was, but everything started somewhere. It was that idea that gave her a bit of hope for herself. The large crew was both a blessing and a curse. It was nice to have a family, to have so many people willing to give you their support and care. And yet it felt impossible to stand out as an individual. Camilla wanted to get noticed, to do something more. That was the main reason she had called out to the other. 

         CONFUSION  AS  A  WEIGHT  IS  ADDED  UPON  HIS  BACK,  not  that  the  phoenix  couldn’t  handle  it,  he  simply  didn’t  expect  it.  ❝Get  off  you  little  monkey-yoi~❞  he  playfully  scolds  like  a  typical  old  man  but  doesn’t  really  mind  in  the  slightest.  Only  once  she’s  landed  back  on  her  feet,  does  he  get  the  young  pirate  back  by  ruffling  of  teal  locks.  ❝What  was  that  about-yoi?❞

          ❛❛    With  a  garden  as  lovely  as  yours,  I  don’t  doubt  it.    ❜❜    she  hums  softly  in  agreement,  taking  in  the  scenery  Camilla  spoke  of.

Anon said : How are you?

“…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.

“O-On a second thought… m-maybe not…” 

❛❛ perhaps it is the weather that has such an effect on everyone ~ ❜❜

[I always use Camilla’s birthday as a way to mark the the anniversary of her blog although I actually made her first blog in May. And this year marks year 6! I honestly can’t believe how long I’ve been rping Camilla. One Piece is such a huge part of my life and that has grown past the manga and the characters. My association with One Piece is intertwined with this lovely community. Even if I have been quiet and I still and will always love the op rpc. For those that know something hugely impacted my life recently and I am trying to return to normal and come back. 

I really wanted to draw something for Camilla’s bday, but I’m only in the line arting phase ;-; Hopefully I can finish it soon! I look forward to interacting with everyone again once I feel like I am able to. I love everyone so much. This group of friends I’ve made here, and all my followers honestly, you all hold a special place in my heart. It makes me feel so special seeing this character get support every time I log in after my random breaks. You guys are the best and do so much for me, more than you’ll ever realize. ]

Sanji understood her reluctance. Chopper cared for his friends deeply and fiercely, and that often translated into a stubborn reluctance to let them work once he gave them a diagnosis. Once they were sick, even a little, they weren’t allowed to move from their bed. Sanji hated being out of the kitchen when there were so many mouths to feed. Knowing Camilla, she would feel the same way he did when bed-bound.

“I hear you. I’ll keep an eye on you in his place. If you start to look bad after having some tea, I might have to bring him in.” He placed a hand on her head and chuckled. “If my teas were healing, we’d be livin’ the good life on a nice little island somewhere. Sit tight, I’ll have a cup ready for you soon.”

░  ⌜❁⌟ Camilla gave a nod in agreement, accepting her fate as being watched over no matter which crew member she went to. At least this way she got tea out of it, although she didn’t want to just sit still when there were dishes she could be doing. Slowly she started to creep toward the edge of the chair and to the sink, like a sniffling ninja. 

“Trust me, Usopp used these last time we had to stock up on supplies. They’re foolproof” Drake said, adjusting his handlebar moustache and goatee. He had on a slicked back black haired wig and suspenders with purple dress pants. He looked like some evil oil tycoon. “Your clothes fitting okay, Camilla?” 

░  ⌜❁⌟ Camilla fixed an awkward blonde wig, tucking in any stray teal strands poking through. In her own opinion these outfits were way too flashy than anything else. On top of his purple pants, she was wearing a pink flowery dress. At least Usopp gave her something that fitted her theme, but it was a bit too girly for her tastes. 

“Awwh, we’re not? Damn, I was lookin’ forward to it.” Behind Camilla, Anita let out an exaggerated groan, as if her every plan had been foiled just then. Her solemn demeanor from moments ago left just as quickly as it came, though there was a hint of it that remained in her eyes. It remained only because Camilla’s back was to her, and she assumed her friend wouldn’t see if it she were busy having her hair toyed with. So while the bear-woman’s tone was light-hearted, her expression was somber.

“Coalevia was a coal mining town. Who named that place?” While she worked her fingers through Camilla’s hair, she wiggled back a couple of inches. The teal strands were much longer than her own, but she found she enjoyed splitting them into equally sized locks. Her own hair was choppy and uneven, though the work her friend had done on it made it cuter than she ever could have.

Head tilting, Anita peeked at the side of Camilla’s face. “Was it? What kinda fun are we talkin’ about?”

░  ⌜❁⌟ The way the two could exchange sarcasm so easily brought a smile back to Camilla’s face. After spending so much time isolating herself on Redwood it felt good to act so casual with someone. It was one of the larger joys she had with the entire crew, but especially with the girl next to her. 

              ❝Well it wasn’t our current type of fun.❞ Not the fun the strawhats tended to have. Different from the chaos and adventures and parties they had here. ❝I went to a small school, played games, gardened of course.❞ it wasn’t a big town by any means but there was still stuff to do. Or maybe she was romanticizing it since it’s been such a long time. ❝I was young though, I would spend hours rolling down hills and wouldn’t get bored.❞