[ Circumstance saw fit to make it so that Nami knew Hiyori well enough to trust him more than she trusts mosts of the folks at the resort, despite not knowing too much about him. She gets the career as an idol, the way he worries about his counterpart, and the fact that he shirks and bristles when things get too crass and lewd, but she wouldn't say she's a vault of Hiyori Tomoe knowledge.
And she certainly never, ever expected him to handle a situation with so much hustle and swagger.
In fact she has to make an effort not let so much as a smirk cross her face as he pulls off his coat and woos the resort staff standing between them and the store room she's been itching to look through since learning of its existence. When the staff back off, she can finally look up at him, visibly impressed as she shakes her head in surprise. ]
Holy– [ Shit, she stops herself from saying. ] That is a good suit.
[ A criminal's dream, even, and it's the practical uses a look like that might have that draws her gaze to sweep over him, taking in the details although failing to catch the significance of the embroidery. More than a handful of questions pop up in her mind, but instead, she tears her eyes away and shoots a pointed glance down the hall, finally letting herself smirk when he brings up her tools. ]
I wouldn't complain. It's been a while since I got to crack a safe. [ No sense letting her talents get rustier if the opportunity presents itself within the room they're heading towards, her hand already reaching out to pull the handle on the door to usher them both inside.
And it's a very impressive sight in there, rows of shelves piled high with labeled bins, each teeming with intriguing odds and ends, some more valuable-looking than others. ]
So is your suit magic, or something? [ Now that they're away from the staff, she has no problem prying, determined to multitask as she veers off to the nearest shelf to start rifling through things and reading over the names on them. ]
i am so sorry, feel free to ignore bc it's been 100 years
And she certainly never, ever expected him to handle a situation with so much hustle and swagger.
In fact she has to make an effort not let so much as a smirk cross her face as he pulls off his coat and woos the resort staff standing between them and the store room she's been itching to look through since learning of its existence. When the staff back off, she can finally look up at him, visibly impressed as she shakes her head in surprise. ]
Holy– [ Shit, she stops herself from saying. ] That is a good suit.
[ A criminal's dream, even, and it's the practical uses a look like that might have that draws her gaze to sweep over him, taking in the details although failing to catch the significance of the embroidery. More than a handful of questions pop up in her mind, but instead, she tears her eyes away and shoots a pointed glance down the hall, finally letting herself smirk when he brings up her tools. ]
I wouldn't complain. It's been a while since I got to crack a safe. [ No sense letting her talents get rustier if the opportunity presents itself within the room they're heading towards, her hand already reaching out to pull the handle on the door to usher them both inside.
And it's a very impressive sight in there, rows of shelves piled high with labeled bins, each teeming with intriguing odds and ends, some more valuable-looking than others. ]
So is your suit magic, or something? [ Now that they're away from the staff, she has no problem prying, determined to multitask as she veers off to the nearest shelf to start rifling through things and reading over the names on them. ]