[A-avalanche.] A-ack! [Where did she find all these? Sanji tries to catch the wave, but eventually thinks better of it and side-steps the monstrosity of clothing, yelling over the side of the door] Alright!
[And for the most part, he approves of her choices! He's particularly fond of the dress pants, which he'll try on first. They fit perfectly - no surprise there, Nami got them for him - but rather than put on one of her shirts...
... >.> Slipping on that polka-dotted atrocity, brb. It fits, too, and he beams at it with paternal pride.] Okay, how's this? [Opening the door!
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[And for the most part, he approves of her choices! He's particularly fond of the dress pants, which he'll try on first. They fit perfectly - no surprise there, Nami got them for him - but rather than put on one of her shirts...
... >.> Slipping on that polka-dotted atrocity, brb. It fits, too, and he beams at it with paternal pride.] Okay, how's this? [Opening the door!
Doesn't he look classy?]