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[What a cheerful week it's been. Almost like a vacation away from this place.
Or not.
Nami doesn't have the energy to complain when she finds she's been returned out at the orchard in the early hours of the morning. Not that much of a problem, bar the fact that it's freezing and she's dead tired. The cottage isn't heated, but there's still a bed in there, and she collapses across it for a few hours' sleep.
...and at some point, rolls herself up in the covers, because that's smart.
When she finally wakes up around 8am, her journal's sitting on the floor next to the bed, and she flicks it open with a finger, not bothering to work up a filter to the crew. Too much effort, and she's just not in the mood for things that require concentration today. Or in much of a good mood at all. Valentine's is... still a little too raw. Among other things.]
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I'm back. [Not that anyone but the crew knew she was going somewhere. Details. She doesn't much care.] You guys weather the storm okay?
[Later she'll make her way home, and then inevitably make her way into town and collapse in Good Spirits for a while in the evening. She's catchable wherever, and probably not that hard to cheer up if you want a lighter conversation.]
((ooc: and I will be slow for a bit, so bear with me.))
Or not.
Nami doesn't have the energy to complain when she finds she's been returned out at the orchard in the early hours of the morning. Not that much of a problem, bar the fact that it's freezing and she's dead tired. The cottage isn't heated, but there's still a bed in there, and she collapses across it for a few hours' sleep.
...and at some point, rolls herself up in the covers, because that's smart.
When she finally wakes up around 8am, her journal's sitting on the floor next to the bed, and she flicks it open with a finger, not bothering to work up a filter to the crew. Too much effort, and she's just not in the mood for things that require concentration today. Or in much of a good mood at all. Valentine's is... still a little too raw. Among other things.]
[Voice]
I'm back. [Not that anyone but the crew knew she was going somewhere. Details. She doesn't much care.] You guys weather the storm okay?
[Later she'll make her way home, and then inevitably make her way into town and collapse in Good Spirits for a while in the evening. She's catchable wherever, and probably not that hard to cheer up if you want a lighter conversation.]
((ooc: and I will be slow for a bit, so bear with me.))
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I guess we could always try to sell his arm that Aokiji broke off to pay for a new ship...
[He's not serious. =\ I think.]
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Admirals are strong, eh? Even when you are good with haki.
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[Because how do you fix a morbid joke? With worse ones.]
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...is he all right? [Losing an arm and all. Easily onto the subject of wealth and easily off it, too.]
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We lost a lot worse than physical wounds that day.
[And with a lot worse to come.] I wish he was here though, he'd give a lot to see Ace again.
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But it leaves her with nothing to say.]
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I'm pretty relieved it didn't get as bad as the New World's storms. [Circular, but any escape is a welcome one.]
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Heh. I somehow doubt the village'd be left standing at the end if we had one of those.
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Yeah... [Quiet laugh.] That's exactly what I thought would happen. Got all worried for almost nothing.