"Yeah, sure." She waves a hand around with faint exasperation, the lockpicks vanishing back up her sleeve, though she can't help the lighter relief in her expression. "I'm a horrible person that doesn't know how to make an honest living, but luckily neither do the jerks I'm stealing from. Force of habit. Guy."
And Nami straightens, hands on hips, though her fingers are also resting on one staff piece. You know, just in case. To be honest, she finds it a mix of entertaining and frustrating and kind of giddy hopeful, but that he hasn't immediately jumped to the simple conclusion-- "It's me."
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Date: 2015-12-31 02:58 pm (UTC)And Nami straightens, hands on hips, though her fingers are also resting on one staff piece. You know, just in case. To be honest, she finds it a mix of entertaining and frustrating and kind of giddy hopeful, but that he hasn't immediately jumped to the simple conclusion-- "It's me."