[ She could, she would more readily if this was about her, but he's said enough, been strange enough that Nami wants to keep asking questions, choosing not to consider the eventuality of the tables turning on her at some other point. Thus far, he's been interesting. In a sea of crazy encounters, some of which forced her to confront things she would have been fine leaving alone forever, ambling around in a dark basement prodding at a relative stranger feels, somehow, normal. ]
You look human. [ Even in her world, that doesn't mean much. Not yet moving to climb through the pipes, she eyes him through the barrier, the ghost of a smile passes over her face and she has to stop herself from bringing up the whole strawberry thing again. ]
Are you an Espada too? Is that why you asked about my number?
[ Not waiting for him to answer, she passes her notebook to him to hold with a muttered 'don't lose my page' before climbing through to join him on the other side. ]
I'm a pirate. [ She offers, apropos of nothing, as she takes her book back. ]
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You look human. [ Even in her world, that doesn't mean much. Not yet moving to climb through the pipes, she eyes him through the barrier, the ghost of a smile passes over her face and she has to stop herself from bringing up the whole strawberry thing again. ]
Are you an Espada too? Is that why you asked about my number?
[ Not waiting for him to answer, she passes her notebook to him to hold with a muttered 'don't lose my page' before climbing through to join him on the other side. ]
I'm a pirate. [ She offers, apropos of nothing, as she takes her book back. ]