[ Shanks' eyes roll up in his sockets when Nami tugs his hair, and there's a sharp, pleased, intake of breath. He has to swallow hard, almost caught off guard enough he answers her.
But then, instead, Shanks grins, and turns to kiss Nami's arm, unable to reach her hand when it's doing something so wonderful to his scalp. That's his answer, especially because he still has a whole calf left, Nami. ]
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But then, instead, Shanks grins, and turns to kiss Nami's arm, unable to reach her hand when it's doing something so wonderful to his scalp. That's his answer, especially because he still has a whole calf left, Nami. ]