Like a castle. [ She repeats, not knowing if she should. ] Let's go. I need a drink.
[ At this point, it's either that or pace a hole in the floor of her bedroom while clutching the stupid note burning a hole in her pocket in her fist. Nami doesn't let herself think about the part of her that wants to stay in Luffy's presence, even as it flummoxes her completely.
Her pace is brisk as she turns from the trees to head towards the galley, one arm crossing over her chest, reflexively defensive, silently mulling over the castle. There was a tower. There were burnt clothes in the corners of certain spaces. There were so many places she can almost remember. ]
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[ At this point, it's either that or pace a hole in the floor of her bedroom while clutching the stupid note burning a hole in her pocket in her fist. Nami doesn't let herself think about the part of her that wants to stay in Luffy's presence, even as it flummoxes her completely.
Her pace is brisk as she turns from the trees to head towards the galley, one arm crossing over her chest, reflexively defensive, silently mulling over the castle. There was a tower. There were burnt clothes in the corners of certain spaces. There were so many places she can almost remember. ]
Need me to pick the lock on the fridge?