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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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[sparkle. twinkle. dramatic pause.]
Let's do this thing.
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...This apparently isn't heard by anyone suitable except for this one guy. >>]
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Tattoos? I can do those if I have a pattern or something to work off of.
[His creativity doesn't quite run into the realm of the artistic when it comes to drawing, but heck, if it's something already existing, he can duplicate it.]
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Have you seen the mikan pinwheel I have on my shoulder? Is that a good enough reference?
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[And back to the journal.] If you'd be willing to, that's great. When's a good time?
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Tomorrow morning should be good. It'll give me a chance to get the stuff together. Blue ink too, right?
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...thanks.