[ Outwardly, he isn't the kind of person Nami would peg as a likely candidate for trading laughs with – curated and carefully subdued as they may be – but it seems like every time she crosses his path, that's exactly what they end up doing. Perhaps dryness just recognizes dryness. Whatever it is, she's too intrigued by him to mind. ]
Your pod must be bigger than mine. A jury wouldn't fit in here. [ She knows it's an indirect invitation. He offers to show off his pod, and she accepts, with things spiraling from there. ] So what would you say, if not slut?
[ Rolling her eyes as she tops off her glass while listening to Dabi yaw in the other direction and promise gentleness, her laugh comes louder than before, rich in amusement, more assured. ]
Not really. I said pretty, not gentle. I don't let people tie me up or take control, if I don't want to be tied up and told what to do. [ There's a quiet click from her side of the wall as Nami presses a gentle finger to the button, wondering if, or when, he'll do the same. ]
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Your pod must be bigger than mine. A jury wouldn't fit in here. [ She knows it's an indirect invitation. He offers to show off his pod, and she accepts, with things spiraling from there. ] So what would you say, if not slut?
[ Rolling her eyes as she tops off her glass while listening to Dabi yaw in the other direction and promise gentleness, her laugh comes louder than before, rich in amusement, more assured. ]
Not really. I said pretty, not gentle. I don't let people tie me up or take control, if I don't want to be tied up and told what to do. [ There's a quiet click from her side of the wall as Nami presses a gentle finger to the button, wondering if, or when, he'll do the same. ]