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[Luffy shows up on video in the same haphazard way one might expect after talking to him for more than a few seconds, grinning and bursting with excitement and barely in-frame, the unimpressive level 3/4 room in the background moving up and down in such a way that it's clear he's bouncing in place as he works his way through figuring out this new device.] Nami!!! Hey!! Can you see me? [He can talk to whoever he wants whenever he wants, apparently, so obviously he's calling her.]

Luffy! [ She can't conceal her relief, and for the moment is too happy to see him to bother trying to downplay the smile on her face - at least at first.

The more she looks past him and sees the narrow confines of the room he's messaging her from, the more Nami begins to look concerned. ]

Don't tell me they stuck you in the basement. [ It's then Luffy learns about another function of the watch as Nami drops a pin in the resort map it comes preloaded with, directing him to the secret passage leading to her suite in the back room of Red Cardinal. ] Come up. Sanji stays here too.

Yeah, that's right! The basement. [Nami is so smart! Honestly though, Luffy doesn't think of it as a huge downgrade because of the limited space and neglected cleanliness... no, instead, he doesn't like it because it's not nearly as communal as living on a ship Merry's size.

So he's more than happy to immediately hop up off the bed (which is about as far as he can go, in a room this size) and start heading towards the fascinating little pin she dropped. He'll meet Sanji on the way! (Hopefully, Sanji will be fast enough to intercept before he gets too lost. Yes, even with the pin.)] Okay! I want to stay too, it's so boring living alone. [He means please and if you wouldn't mind, honest!!!]

[ Leave it to Luffy to sound upbeat about being stuck in the basement. If she hadn't missed him so much, she'd be rolling her eyes about this latest show of exuberance, but at least for the moment he's spared her exasperation.

But he isn't immune to her foresight, hence the pin, and the way she relaxes when he bounds to his feet and seems as though he might actually follow it. ] Of course you're staying up here. [ She says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, getting up from her poolside lounge chair to head back inside, making her way over to where the secret passage to her suite lets out to wait. ]

You can even pick out your own room. [ Or stay in hers... ]

[He wasn't nervous that she wouldn't let him stay with her, nervousness isn't really in his nature, but something tangible feels loosened in his chest anyway when she agrees so readily, like she hadn't even considered saying otherwise. He doesn't mind fighting tooth and nail to stay in the orbit of the people he's decided are his, but not having to do so is even better. It feels special, being let in instead of kicking the door down.

Especially with Nami, whose door had been locked up so tight for so long.

He grins and ducks his head, tugging the worn brim of his hat down a bit over his eyes. He's got a lot of emotions, okay!!! But wait...] You've got rooms in your room? [His basement room is barely a room on its own—not that he'd minded, with the even less glamorous places he has lived perfectly happily in before.] Wait, if you're not in the basement, does that mean you got a different number than me? What's yours?

I've got a beach in my room. [ A detail she's fairly certain will blow his mind, seeing as it still kind of blows hers even after knowing it's all fake, and that the stretch of sea sprawling beyond the shoreline is finite.

Sitting forward, her eyes narrow fondly as he pulls his hat over his face, privately relishing how right and stable everything feels with her captain here. ]

No number, I'm the Queen of Clubs. [ The queen? A queen? She's not sure if there's anyone else running around with the same rank, but the queen sounds grand and fancy, thus suiting her tastes perfectly. ] When I got here I was a five, my room wasn't that much bigger than yours.

What?? Like a beach-beach? I want to see! Tell Sanji he's gotta hurry up, he just said he'd come get me. [She's correct! Mind: blown. He doesn't even think to doubt her claim, he's too busy picturing what a beach inside a hotel room could possibly look like to consider that it could be anything but the truth.] Don't you get sand everywhere, then?

[He's still thinking small. Truthfully, Luffy... doesn't actually know anything about playing cards. Between his brothers and the bandits, someone definitely tried to teach him how to play at least a few times throughout the years, but his attention span could never handle finishing one round let alone the whole game. Even if he doesn't realize exactly how much higher Nami is ranked than he is, though, he still knows that being a Queen sounds way more cool than being a three.] How come you're not a five anymore?

[And then, apropos of nothing:] Hey, did you get a tattoo? They said I was a three of hearts, and I've got a heart mark on me now. [His is in the style of a cliche mom heart tattoo but with an anchor going through the middle where an arrow would be normally. It's less cool and more a little silly, but it's him, so he doesn't actually mind. It's just weird.]

Just don't wander off! He'll get to you soon. [ She's just finished enjoying the sight of his ass as he heads onto her elevator, as long as Luffy doesn't go anywhere from where they're supposed to meet, the three of them should be together sooner rather than later. ]

Because I collected the right cards and played the game right. [ She's so matter of fact while skirting the details, even though after their collision in the corridor, Nami suspects Luffy might actually be able to figure out the nature of the game without her needing to be too explicit.

Then he's shifting gears and asking about her tattoo, changing the subject so quickly, Nami momentarily forgets why she loathes the spot hers is in. She lifts her right hand, showing him the back of it, where a very small, faint clubs is situated between her thumb and her pointer finger in a spot that draws attention to all the small nicks and scars etched into her skin, physical evidence of a life spent drawing for too many hours with terrible pens. ]

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