[ Reluctant to move now that they've managed to get comfortably cozy on the sled's bench, Nami leans forward and stretches her free hand out, snatching the note off the chest before settling against Basch again. The touch on his thigh travels up as she settles, giving his hip a passing, affectionate squeeze before her arm wraps around his lower back.
She passes the piece of paper to him, letting Basch do the reading, as she extends her leg and hooks the handle on the side of her chest with the toe of her still snowy boot, dragging it closer with a triumphant smirk. It's easier than moving away from him again, something that strikes her as very unappealing at the moment. ]
Hope it's a wet bar. [ Knowing the casino, it's probably anything but, but a girl can dream. ]
no subject
She passes the piece of paper to him, letting Basch do the reading, as she extends her leg and hooks the handle on the side of her chest with the toe of her still snowy boot, dragging it closer with a triumphant smirk. It's easier than moving away from him again, something that strikes her as very unappealing at the moment. ]
Hope it's a wet bar. [ Knowing the casino, it's probably anything but, but a girl can dream. ]