[ She's still glaring daggers at Zoro when she feels his fingertips trace the inside of her wrist before he withdraws and moves to the floor, but for just a split-second those daggers are slightly less sharp. She's still pissed, and she acknowledges that fleeting motion for the minuscule apology that it is, but he's still being a dickhead.
Unlike Zoro, she's not going to take her annoyance out on Sanji, though she still looks exasperated when her gaze flicks towards him, glancing at him with a frown before she turns back to her bag. Now that Zoro isn't in grabbing distance, Nami pulls out a bottle of rum and a deck of cards, talking over her shoulder at Sanji while she moves around the room, heading towards a tray of mugs. ] Oh please. [ Yeah, they've probably all had their own conversations about discretion for the sake of (in Nami's case anyway) peace and quiet, but at least in her opinion, these two aren't as subtle about each other as they think they are. ]
Don't act like you two don't look at each other the same way you both look at me sometimes. I think it's pretty obvious what we've all been doing with each other - I can't believe I'm the only one here who's noticed. [ That's not exactly explaining what she meant by saying what she did, but it certainly does clear up some of the motives behind it. For now, that's all Sanji's getting from her.
She pours out a reasonable amount of rum among three mugs, passing one off to the cook before carrying the other two back by the bed, sitting down on the floor as she looks towards Zoro. ] Hey.
[ Nami sets one of the mugs down by where she's sitting, taking a drink from her own before putting it down as well and moving to shuffle her cards. ] Rum's over here, and we need a third. [ Looking up towards Sanji, she tilts her chin at a spot of floor by the one she's left Zoro's drink, wordlessly indicating that he should sit. ]
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Unlike Zoro, she's not going to take her annoyance out on Sanji, though she still looks exasperated when her gaze flicks towards him, glancing at him with a frown before she turns back to her bag. Now that Zoro isn't in grabbing distance, Nami pulls out a bottle of rum and a deck of cards, talking over her shoulder at Sanji while she moves around the room, heading towards a tray of mugs. ] Oh please. [ Yeah, they've probably all had their own conversations about discretion for the sake of (in Nami's case anyway) peace and quiet, but at least in her opinion, these two aren't as subtle about each other as they think they are. ]
Don't act like you two don't look at each other the same way you both look at me sometimes. I think it's pretty obvious what we've all been doing with each other - I can't believe I'm the only one here who's noticed. [ That's not exactly explaining what she meant by saying what she did, but it certainly does clear up some of the motives behind it. For now, that's all Sanji's getting from her.
She pours out a reasonable amount of rum among three mugs, passing one off to the cook before carrying the other two back by the bed, sitting down on the floor as she looks towards Zoro. ] Hey.
[ Nami sets one of the mugs down by where she's sitting, taking a drink from her own before putting it down as well and moving to shuffle her cards. ] Rum's over here, and we need a third. [ Looking up towards Sanji, she tilts her chin at a spot of floor by the one she's left Zoro's drink, wordlessly indicating that he should sit. ]