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[iluso]

[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?

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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.

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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.]

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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. ]