[Don't need to tell her twice. Nami peels herself away from the door and pads to the couch, sinking down into it with a sigh. She's worn out. But bed isn't a very welcome prospect, and... awkwardness aside, she really, really doesn't mind the idea of drinking here with Zoro. Whatever past events, they're nakama. And it's comforting.
And she will never tell him that, naturally. She waves idly at the glasses.] Be my guest.
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And she will never tell him that, naturally. She waves idly at the glasses.] Be my guest.