Pretty sure only the heroic types are the ones charming people around the side of an anonymous sex wall, yeah.
[ When his fingers lace through his, Nami has no choice but to let her hand linger where it is, the slightly calloused pad of her thumb grazing across his knuckles, enjoying him too much to be mindful of the way the tattoo from the resort is visible like this, tiny but obvious where it's situated on the back of her hand between her thumb and forefinger, faded but still enough to quietly call attention to the scars from all the years of bad pens nicked into her skin. ]
Mutant? [ That's a new one. Nami gets what it means, but she's no closer to understanding how it's supposed to fit anything about him. ] You're gonna have to elaborate.
[ Because apart from what she's guessing is a slight vision issue based on the constant presence of his glasses – he's pretty dreamy, nothing mutated to speak of that she's noticed. ]
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[ When his fingers lace through his, Nami has no choice but to let her hand linger where it is, the slightly calloused pad of her thumb grazing across his knuckles, enjoying him too much to be mindful of the way the tattoo from the resort is visible like this, tiny but obvious where it's situated on the back of her hand between her thumb and forefinger, faded but still enough to quietly call attention to the scars from all the years of bad pens nicked into her skin. ]
Mutant? [ That's a new one. Nami gets what it means, but she's no closer to understanding how it's supposed to fit anything about him. ] You're gonna have to elaborate.
[ Because apart from what she's guessing is a slight vision issue based on the constant presence of his glasses – he's pretty dreamy, nothing mutated to speak of that she's noticed. ]