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[ The depth of Nami’s inner strength could never be questioned, at least not by any of the crew, now that they know her story, so it’s almost ironic how that it’s members of that same crew who are somehow the best at testing that strength. After a series of mishaps - at least one four-hour chunk when Zoro simply vanished into thin air, leaving Sanji and herself to clean up the loose ends of a messy bartering situation, four shops that were missing at least one thing off the list, a half hour where Sanji became besotted with a gelato vendor, and the ensuing spat between Zoro and Sanji that followed - Nami is ready for bed.

They share a ship, so they can all share a room, and she’s not dipping into her personal stash to accommodate their objections about it either. Sure, Sanji and Zoro argue, but they’re fucking around with each other like she’s been messing around with both of them, and hopefully - the door to the room is going to close, putting this stupid day behind them, and the two guys trodding down the hall of the inn behind her will be too tired to keep up their respective fronts.

She realizes how stupid that hope is the second she walks through the door. ]

Oh. Great.

[ It's funny, but it’s not great.

After a momentary pause in the doorway of the room they're stuck in that night while she sizes the situation up, Nami heads further into the room, letting the two guys behind her inside so they too can appreciate how not great the arrangement is for themselves. One of those 'you have to see it to believe it' things.

She drops her rucksack on the bed, not saying a word about how they’ve been rented a room with just the lone space for sleeping, deciding that one, or both of them is likely to do it any second now for her, and she’s better off keeping quiet and staking a claim to the mattress while Sanji and Zoro argue. Not to mention - she’ll likely just start laughing if she’s the one to point it out.

The thought that they could all fit crosses her mind, and she’s glad she’s facing away from them when it does, having to purse her cheeks to suppress the soft laugh that threatens. ]

( not sure why they can't just make the trek back to the merry, but since he has no clue about the distance they've traveled so far, he's gonna assume nami knows what she's doing. he follows along without a word, staring daggers into the back of the cook's head as he's walking behind him in the hallway. his attempt to look for swords to purchase had ended in failure. he'd snuck off thinking he knew where to go, but somehow he'd ended up in some goddamn forest, so he took a nap instead. by the time he got back to town, he was told the weapons merchant had already left. )

What the hell is this? ( he pushes past the blondie, poking him none too gently on his side with the hilt of his sword as he walks into the room, taking one look at the bed, and at nami having staked a claim on it with her rucksack. yeah, no. he hooks a finger on the strap and gives it a tug, letting it slide off the bed with a heavy thud, and he promptly sits himself down on the edge of the bed, crossing both his arms and his legs together. )

Obviously we're gonna need separate beds. Plus, a futon. ( he hadn't wanted to voice out his demands when nami had requested for a room for them to share, but he thought that would be a given so he'd shut his mouth. now he's wishing he'd given the guy at the counter more than just a death stare after he'd smirked as he gave nami the key. ) And you. ( he tilts his head slightly at the waiter, but he's not really bothering to look at him, not after the petty argument they had earlier. ) What's for dinner?

[ it's been a plenty long day, but it's not like sanji has much to complain about since he'd been able to spend so much of it at nami's side, even enjoying those blissful moments where the idiot swordsman had disappeared, allowing him to enjoy the hours with her as its own specialty date — before finding zoro again had simply resulted in an endless exchange of arguing that soiled the entire affair.

his exhaustion is plenty too, finishing the last of his well-needed cigarette by the time they make it to the room and tossing it out just as they slip inside and take a good look at their situation. the moment he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the jab from a sword hilt, leaving him to stare daggers in the back of zoro's head. ]

And who the hell do you think you are, barking out demands? [ his voice is sour, each word sharp, unafraid to send his glare directly to zoro, no matter how much the other man seems to avoid looking in his direction.

when he turns back to nami, however, it's an instant transformation, expression softening, as he ignores zoro's question in favor of addressing her. ]

Nami, dear, the bed is all yours. Me and the shitbag over there can take the floor, no problem. In fact — [ the delicate tone of his voice gets abandoned again, the moment he turns his eyes back to zoro. ] If he wants to be such an arsehole, he can sleep outside where he belongs.

[ Oh, they're really going to do this, aren't they? Nami's hopes for peace are dashed when her bag gets nudged to the floor. Undaunted and scowling mightily, it doesn't take her longer than a heartbeat to pick it back up and set it back on the bed, shoving it into Zoro's side before she flips it open and lets the leather flap covering the main compartment smack him in the arm. ]

You're absolutely right, Sanji. [ Her voice is bright, but it's faked in a way that's clearly on purpose, though she is smiling with some sincerity when she turns to look over at the cook. ] The bed is mine. [ Nami spares a curt glance at Zoro on her way back to rifling through her bag - not intending to unpack anything so much as take up space while he has his sword-induced sulk.

Squaring her shoulders, Nami gives her bag a shove towards the middle of the bed and turns so she can look between them both. ] And we could all share the bed if you two would cool it and act like adults. [ At its heart, it isn't an unappealing idea, but, from the way she sounds almost reproachful as she starts, she might as well be scolding the pair of them. ] So, we're going to have a drink and relax, and if you two don't kill each other, and you– [ Nami's gaze cuts to Zoro, still pissed about her bag. ] Don't do anything to make me send you outside, then, maybe when I'm ready for bed you two can come sleep too.

[ Nami lifts a hand, trying to momentarily halt any remarks before she's finished. ] And if you think any of us are doing anything else beyond sleeping, you two better plan on really relaxing. [ Gauntlet thrown. She knows it's a bold thing to put on the table, but - it's not like anyone in this room is a stranger to anyone else by any extent of the word, and honestly, if it increases her odds of getting a solid stretch of hours without Zoro and Sanji launching into another spat, she's got no problem just laying her cards on the table and seeing where her gamble gets her. ]

( because sanji's now looking at him and because he asked him who the hell he thinks he is, he mutters the words 'first mate' out like it's supposed to give him the authority to order them around -- wrong. he follows that by silently mouthing 'waiter' next, like it's the biggest insult ever. mostly, he knows that always riles the idiot up. next, he turns his steely gaze on nami, ignoring how she's rifling through her rucksack in search of who knows what; annoyed that she's got the besotted cook on her side, which means his demands are likely to be ignored and they're gonna be stuck with this one bed situation. )

Don't act like it's a fucking privilege to be allowed to sleep by your side, madam. ( his words cut through like a knife. he's still upset about how he'd missed that damn merchant and somehow these two are getting the brunt of it. but also, what the hell is nami doing? they've been messing around, sure, but he thought they had an unspoken agreement to keep things between them, so what's with her acting like it's no big deal for them to be sharing a bed? his gaze flits to sanji momentarily because they'd also been fooling around, but they get on each other's nerves a lot so no one's the wiser, right? )

... I'll take the floor. ( he lowers the burlap sack from his shoulder and pulls out two bottles of beer from it, leaving the rest on the bed, and as he's getting up, he brushes his fingers over nami's wrist in the subtlest of gestures, a silent apology to her for the harshness of his comment before he goes to sit in the corner, facing the door. he's aware he might have made the situation a little awkward, but hopefully the cook can get back to his usual programming of flattering the girl instead of ruffling his feathers. )

[ it's not like he anticipates any of this actually going smoothly, considering that interactions between he and zoro typically always result in the tense continuation of an argument until one or the other steps outside the room. there have been exceptions, of course, but that usually involves tongues going down each other's throats and fondling hands, both of which are entirely out of the question with nami in the room.

ignoring zoro's childish retorts, sanji keeps his attention on the more respectable presence in the room, already prepared to abide by all of her instructions, keen on being able to sleep by her side — until the final suggestion gets a raised brow from him. he and nami have done plenty beyond sleeping, but in a similar fashion that he's not going to do anything with zoro with nami around, he's also obviously not going to do anything with nami with zoro around. ]

Hey, have a little more damn respect, you idiot — [ is what he starts to snap at the swordsman following his sharper response, straightening up where he stands in preparation to defend nami against zoro's typical rudeness.

but his eyes follow that touch, that touch, so slight he almost misses it, stilling him as his eyes follow between the two. it shouldn't mean anything, but sanji's caught on nami's words again, on why she'd even suggest it in the first place, if she isn't — no, they couldn't be. but even if that were the case, it's not like she'd actually try to mix them together, not when everyone knows that he and zoro can't tolerate one another. most of the time. the point is that she's not supposed to know. no one is. ]

Nami. [ he calls out quietly, his thumb brushes over his lip thoughtfully as he brings his eyes back to her. ] What ... exactly do you mean about ... 'beyond sleeping'?

[ 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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