[Poor Sanji. To hear that tone from him is more than a little unusual and frightening in a way. This place changes her nakama so much. His fingers are warmer, more deft. Being a cat is certainly a study in fingertips. She rubs her head against his hand, marking him instincitively with the side of her mouth. Then to answer his question of how she got in...
Robin moves back and sits on her haunches, then she crosses her forepaws over her chest and soft black paws blossom from the ground to wrap around Sanji's ankle]
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Robin moves back and sits on her haunches, then she crosses her forepaws over her chest and soft black paws blossom from the ground to wrap around Sanji's ankle]