[Her shoulders tighten as he passes her on the way to his corner, but after a complete lack of acknowledgment she's not sure whether to be relieved or even more worried.
Well, at least she's armed this time.
Nami finishes her drink. And then swings her legs down off the stool, fingers hitched in her belt near the climatact, intent on walking casually out of the bar.]
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Well, at least she's armed this time.
Nami finishes her drink. And then swings her legs down off the stool, fingers hitched in her belt near the climatact, intent on walking casually out of the bar.]