[ Oh, they're really going to do this, aren't they? Nami's hopes for peace are dashed when her bag gets nudged to the floor. Undaunted and scowling mightily, it doesn't take her longer than a heartbeat to pick it back up and set it back on the bed, shoving it into Zoro's side before she flips it open and lets the leather flap covering the main compartment smack him in the arm. ]
You're absolutely right, Sanji. [ Her voice is bright, but it's faked in a way that's clearly on purpose, though she is smiling with some sincerity when she turns to look over at the cook. ] The bed is mine. [ Nami spares a curt glance at Zoro on her way back to rifling through her bag - not intending to unpack anything so much as take up space while he has his sword-induced sulk.
Squaring her shoulders, Nami gives her bag a shove towards the middle of the bed and turns so she can look between them both. ] And we could all share the bed if you two would cool it and act like adults. [ At its heart, it isn't an unappealing idea, but, from the way she sounds almost reproachful as she starts, she might as well be scolding the pair of them. ] So, we're going to have a drink and relax, and if you two don't kill each other, and you– [ Nami's gaze cuts to Zoro, still pissed about her bag. ] Don't do anything to make me send you outside, then, maybe when I'm ready for bed you two can come sleep too.
[ Nami lifts a hand, trying to momentarily halt any remarks before she's finished. ] And if you think any of us are doing anything else beyond sleeping, you two better plan on really relaxing. [ Gauntlet thrown. She knows it's a bold thing to put on the table, but - it's not like anyone in this room is a stranger to anyone else by any extent of the word, and honestly, if it increases her odds of getting a solid stretch of hours without Zoro and Sanji launching into another spat, she's got no problem just laying her cards on the table and seeing where her gamble gets her. ]
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You're absolutely right, Sanji. [ Her voice is bright, but it's faked in a way that's clearly on purpose, though she is smiling with some sincerity when she turns to look over at the cook. ] The bed is mine. [ Nami spares a curt glance at Zoro on her way back to rifling through her bag - not intending to unpack anything so much as take up space while he has his sword-induced sulk.
Squaring her shoulders, Nami gives her bag a shove towards the middle of the bed and turns so she can look between them both. ] And we could all share the bed if you two would cool it and act like adults. [ At its heart, it isn't an unappealing idea, but, from the way she sounds almost reproachful as she starts, she might as well be scolding the pair of them. ] So, we're going to have a drink and relax, and if you two don't kill each other, and you– [ Nami's gaze cuts to Zoro, still pissed about her bag. ] Don't do anything to make me send you outside, then, maybe when I'm ready for bed you two can come sleep too.
[ Nami lifts a hand, trying to momentarily halt any remarks before she's finished. ] And if you think any of us are doing anything else beyond sleeping, you two better plan on really relaxing. [ Gauntlet thrown. She knows it's a bold thing to put on the table, but - it's not like anyone in this room is a stranger to anyone else by any extent of the word, and honestly, if it increases her odds of getting a solid stretch of hours without Zoro and Sanji launching into another spat, she's got no problem just laying her cards on the table and seeing where her gamble gets her. ]