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( Three dots appear. Three dots disappear. Zoro is looking around, contemplating the question... where the hell is he?

But Nami doesn't need to know that. )

yes. ☁️🌼 ( Cloud Garden, he thinks. But no, he's in the Vale. )

⁉️⁉️ ( Is it that kind of party?? )

like a birthday present.
one for shanks, one for the cook.

[ Does he have to be so cute with his emoji use though??? It's so annoying! ]

Some fancy spices for the cook, and booze for Shanks? Or maybe a good kitchen knife for the cook? A cigarette case, or just more cigarettes?

And don't act so shocked. I promise I'll protect you ♥

( A picture paints a thousand words, etc., etc.! )

okay, let's go.

protect me from...what?

[ Too bad he's not sending nudes. ]

Come help me pick out what I'm wearing.

Buggy's floating cock.

( Teach him how and maybe he will. )

👍 ( He'll be there in three business days... )

the fuck?

[ Naturally, she's sending him a fresh trail of pins, and a picture of her shot over her shoulder in the mirror of her nude save for a pair of sheer black lace panties. As incentive to keep him on track, of course. ]

Just kidding, but considering the crowd, I would be surprised if everyone didn't end up fucking around at least somewhat.

( But are you REALLY kidding, Nami!? )

that kind of party, huh. ( Apparently he didn't expect it. )

is the clown really gonna be there?

( He is dutifully following the pins, and so far there hasn't been a wrong turn! )

It's for Shanks and Sanji, isn't it? Drunk and horny seems safe to anticipate.

Probably. He and Shanks have had a thing for a while. It's kinda cute. Buggy gets annoyed and argumentative, and Shanks just smiles at him.

[ Not that that dynamic sounds familiar at all. ]

i don't know shanks like that...

oh. interesting.

so if shanks likes the guy, i guess it would be bad form to try and kill him at his birthday party.

( Belatedly, because he is just a man. )

you look beautiful. don't put anything else on until i find you.

Generally, yeah, it's probably bad manners to murder a guest at someone else's party. I think if it's your party, it's more okay.

[ UGH, STOP, HER HEART. ]

Too late, I got chilly.

[ She's wearing his shirt in the attached picture, and left it to hang open, revealing the valley between her breasts and the shadowy lace between her thighs. ]

you're saying i should host a clown murdering party. got it.

( He is so smug when he recognizes his shirt on her. It makes him try to get back to her King suite faster, eventually finding the trap door in the Red Cardinal in record time: thirty-seven minutes. By the time he's at the closed entrance to her private rooms, he's seriously worried she's put more clothes on. If only because he always gets in trouble when he rips them off her. )

lemme in.

☹️

I'm not there anymore. I left.

[ That is, she left her private stretch of rooms. How else could she slip up behind him and wrap her arms around his shoulders while he waits at the hidden door disguised by the massive, framed map? With a quiet hum, she rises onto the balls of her feet, drawing herself up tall enough to brush her lips against the back of his neck. ]

You really rushed over, huh? [ The words are spoken softly against his skin and punctuated with a few more kisses as she shifts her weight and uses her arms to pull herself up until she's basically hanging off him. ] You missed me.

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