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[ For the time being, she does as he asks and hangs back, staring after Ichigo, even going so far as to take a few steps back once he sets the pipe down and does something to his hand that floods the tunnel with crimson light. He's already told her he's not human exactly and she's been around Devil Fruit eaters long enough to know that means unexpected, random things can happen. Unfortunately, that knowledge doesn't do much to diminish her surprise, leaving her glued to her spot and wincing when he moves the first body aside.

The terrifying thought of these things springing to life keeps her body rigid with tension as she takes her first step closer, followed by another, before shaky hands grasp hold of the pipe he's set aside. Holding the weapon in the middle, as a staff fighter like her would she stares over Ichigo's shoulder, repulsed by the lifeless figures and their disconcertingly jiggly breasts. ]

We should go.

[ Nami's free hand goes to his shoulder, still staring at the figures on the ground in a mixture of fear and disgust. ]

I don't think they're supposed to be magic or anything. [ An ornery-looking cock sticking up between the legs of one doll off to the side makes her scrunch her face up in dismay. ] I think um, I think you should wash your hands.

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[zangetsu]

What?

（ hang on, he needs to go on a character journey about this. he looks at her. and then back to the dolls. and back?? to her?? and then, as if for the first time, the particularities of the genitalia actually seem to register, and he. um. ）

[zangetsu]

（ immediately wipes his hands on his pants! thanks! several times! he's going to burn them actually!

the cero is snuffed out, and the pressure from than energy is gone as if it never was. ）

Ahhhh, what the hell?! What is wrong with these people? That's so fucking gross!

（ oh he is several shades of cherry tomato red right now as he scuttles backwards to their original hallway not entirely unlike a dog scampering away from the scene of a crime with its tail between its legs. he is never! ever! getting that image! out of his head! ）

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Hey! Don't leave me, you idiot! [ Yes, it is gross, and no, she cannot fault him for scuttling off in horror, but does he have to take all the light with him when he goes?

Still hanging onto the pipe, Nami darts after him, back into the relative safety of the original tunnel, sticking stubbornly to his side whether he tries evading it or not. ]

Come on, let's get out of here. I got everything I need. [ And so many things she did not want! ]