[ Looking dazed in the wake of him pulling away, Nami's too caught up in Shanks to bother taming the stupid grin on her face back down to an acceptable size.
He stares, and she stares back, and it probably shouldn't feel right, but like every time the two of them get caught up this intensely, she finds herself letting the wave of affection that sweeps through her hit without it making her bristle.
Nami unwraps one of her arms and reaches up to touch his cheek, not daring to let herself speak just yet. ]
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He stares, and she stares back, and it probably shouldn't feel right, but like every time the two of them get caught up this intensely, she finds herself letting the wave of affection that sweeps through her hit without it making her bristle.
Nami unwraps one of her arms and reaches up to touch his cheek, not daring to let herself speak just yet. ]