{She wrinkles her nose as he kisses it and laconically bats at his fingers but not when they are out of her reach, switching to licking the curl of her paw instead as she listens to him, stopping as he tells her that they've fought. A lot. She looks up into his face, though of course Marco's expression doesn't change. It is his tone that does. His words. Subtle shifts she's learn to decipher. It upsets him. Fighting is hard, though she's never done it. Not really. Though she's heard the story of Usopp's fight with Luffy and seen the lingering tensions afterwards, mostly in Usopp rather than Luffy. Sometimes in the others. Passing glances. A sense that something changed. But in the end, the rhythm returned, different but not in a bad way, just in a different way.
So it would be with them. Nakama are nakama.]
[She sneezes as the quill tickles her nose and chooses to ignore it completely, shifting to rest her chin against his arm instead. She has so much to do to preserve her garden. She will have to read some things at the library, though Marco will help, of course and she pokes a claw at him at the lazy line, just for fun. and then draws words, slowly against his skin]
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So it would be with them. Nakama are nakama.]
[She sneezes as the quill tickles her nose and chooses to ignore it completely, shifting to rest her chin against his arm instead. She has so much to do to preserve her garden. She will have to read some things at the library, though Marco will help, of course and she pokes a claw at him at the lazy line, just for fun. and then draws words, slowly against his skin]
lazy doesn't impress me