[Eyes are always watching, tucked away, hidden in corners, appearing and disappearing in small bursts of petals. She doesn't spy on her nakama. Not as such. But she has taken to checking up on them when they're in the house. Assurance perhaps? Testing the wind? But she's never quite sure what to do with what she finds.
She isn't spying now, in any case. Instead she is coming home from the library after a long day of being absorbed in books that ultimately do not matter. But she reads them because they are there. Because they are something to do to keep her mind active.
She slips quietly in the door and hears someone in the kitchen. She moves on silent feet to see who it may be and spots a serious looking Sanji. She smiles faintly and leans against the doorway]
[January 11th, Action]
She isn't spying now, in any case. Instead she is coming home from the library after a long day of being absorbed in books that ultimately do not matter. But she reads them because they are there. Because they are something to do to keep her mind active.
She slips quietly in the door and hears someone in the kitchen. She moves on silent feet to see who it may be and spots a serious looking Sanji. She smiles faintly and leans against the doorway]
Good evening.