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[ A simple Clubs boy like him – Rokurou's assessment of himself makes her laugh loud enough to be heard through the wall. ]

So you're taking it as a challenge? Good. [ Whatever, he is, and always has been, a babe. Nami hasn't forgotten how weird but fun it was getting carried through the resort thanks to his impatience.

The question dulls the smile on her face, and for a moment she's quiet, eyeing the wall as she debates his meaning, and her answer. ]

Haven't started to turn to stone, at least. [ It's tidy to assume he'as king in a general sense, and therefore, easy to answer.

Shifting in her chair, she reaches out and presses the button before resting her chin on her hand, swirling her drink as she watches the wall as though she were conversing with him directly. ]

What about you? This place isn't giving you too much shit, I hope.