[ Naturally he's got a baseline of weirdness, she expects that from him, but the remark still strikes her as funny enough to let her shoulders slacken up and some of the uneasiness she's been wading through dissolve.
It's a woefully short-lived reprieve.
Black plates are just black plates. They're meaningless, but the mention of one surfacing in his dreams makes Nami tense right back up, her eyes rounding as she's left momentarily speechless, utterly thunderstruck but unable to say why.
Black plates are just black plates, aren't they? The mental image of one almost immediately springs to mine, so keenly specific, she can't stop herself from speaking, asking questions she doesn't understand. ]
Is the plate empty? [ Why does it matter if it is? Disconcerted by the thought that the her that knows the answer is the same her that stuffed that note in her pocket, Nami stares at Luffy, her jaw set tight with tension. ]
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It's a woefully short-lived reprieve.
Black plates are just black plates. They're meaningless, but the mention of one surfacing in his dreams makes Nami tense right back up, her eyes rounding as she's left momentarily speechless, utterly thunderstruck but unable to say why.
Black plates are just black plates, aren't they? The mental image of one almost immediately springs to mine, so keenly specific, she can't stop herself from speaking, asking questions she doesn't understand. ]
Is the plate empty? [ Why does it matter if it is? Disconcerted by the thought that the her that knows the answer is the same her that stuffed that note in her pocket, Nami stares at Luffy, her jaw set tight with tension. ]