[ Without doing anything, Hilda's doing a wonderful job in her self-proclaimed role of accessory to the view, but once she's stretched out against the mast, Nami can't help but laugh, raising her eyebrows as she gives the other woman an earnest, approving nod, grinning as she shifts close and tips her head back to take in the view. ]
That an invitation to start trying to sweep?
[ Whether she means Hilda's words, or the way she makes herself comfortable while putting herself on display, regardless. This analogy has gotten way out of hand, and while Nami's mind never even drifts towards the direction of chores (she hasn't been on the boat long enough to remember the decks will always need swabbing), she's not entirely sure that they're talking about the same thing, as much as she hopes they are.
As if to test the waters, Nami's hand resumes tracing her fingertips up Hilda's arm, the corners of her eyes creasing, her movements bold even as she does her best to try to keep her curiosity subtle. ]
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That an invitation to start trying to sweep?
[ Whether she means Hilda's words, or the way she makes herself comfortable while putting herself on display, regardless. This analogy has gotten way out of hand, and while Nami's mind never even drifts towards the direction of chores (she hasn't been on the boat long enough to remember the decks will always need swabbing), she's not entirely sure that they're talking about the same thing, as much as she hopes they are.
As if to test the waters, Nami's hand resumes tracing her fingertips up Hilda's arm, the corners of her eyes creasing, her movements bold even as she does her best to try to keep her curiosity subtle. ]