[ Roche on the other hand wastes no time making himself right at home while he waits. It's not quite like his old favorite bar in Midgar, but it's cozy like it would've been during the day. As he gets comfortable stretching his legs out under the table and his arms over the back of the booth, he pops another couple candies into his mouth and works on identifying what was what. Another strawberry, raspberry, and... it's not cactuar fruit but it's damned close. Just as soft, too.
And as luck would have it, it's one of the fabled candies that — you guessed it — leaves him feeling biddable and oh-so-pliant. By the time Nami returns he can feel the lightness in his fingertips and once she tucks in by his side, Roche lets his arm drop down to hang over her shoulders with a quiet laugh. ]
In a good way, I hope.
[ As if they'd put any Bad Time sweets in that bag. Why would they, when Roche has been eager and willing to play their games? His head tilts a little in curiosity while he picks an invisible piece of lint from Nami's sleeve, flicking it off into the air. ]
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And as luck would have it, it's one of the fabled candies that — you guessed it — leaves him feeling biddable and oh-so-pliant. By the time Nami returns he can feel the lightness in his fingertips and once she tucks in by his side, Roche lets his arm drop down to hang over her shoulders with a quiet laugh. ]
In a good way, I hope.
[ As if they'd put any Bad Time sweets in that bag. Why would they, when Roche has been eager and willing to play their games? His head tilts a little in curiosity while he picks an invisible piece of lint from Nami's sleeve, flicking it off into the air. ]
What'd you have in mind?