Happy Twenty...Somethingish...

[namisan]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: A nice stretch of beach.
When: The night of this post.

[It's a party!  Or it's an excuse to enjoy yourself and drink with friends, whatever.  Beach, bonfire, booze, birthday cake, and maybe a beach volleyball game sob. Anyone who knows Nami is invited, but if you just want to wander by and get dragged into the festivities, well hey!  It's a public beach.

In short, it's a mingle log for having one hell of a night.  The ponies are in charge of this party, so you just know it's gonna be festive.]

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[namisan]

No, I don't blame you. It's okay, I was just-- surprised.

[Which makes her wonder who he drank from, and then her mind tries to go down a rabbit hole of was it willing and shit was it just Crowley and she shakes her head and decides not to think about it at all. It's just. Rude. This is one of those things she doesn't need to know the details. Just the bare outline is enough.

What's concerning is if he can be triggered by the Animus being assholes, he can sure as hell be triggered by the Atroma. She frowns, but she doesn't mention it. Just files it away.]

This is definitely... something I never expected to hear. And I won't deny the concept of it makes me twitch a bit. [She smiles just faintly.] Your world is dark in far too many ways.

...you can trust me with this, though.

[collegedropout]

[He smiles, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes, arms curled around his knees as he perches on the edge of the bed. He does trust her, though. That much is always a fact.]

... I wish I could take it back, if it means anything.

[Because he figures the concept of him being a freak and leeching blood from someone is what is making her twitch, which. It is, isn't it?]

I don't want you to worry, though.

That's the last thing I wanted.

[It's why he hid it from a lot of people in general.

Sanji certainly didn't know the specifics, himself.]

[namisan]

I worry about everything. I wouldn't worry about me worrying. [See there, that was a lame joke.]

And it doesn't change shit. It's not like you weren't screwed over by other forces. You have a better excuse than I ever did, growing up. [Though like-- admittedly she never drank any blood, but their worlds are far too different. Like the idea of drinking blood to exorcise demons would ever come up in East Blue.]

[collegedropout]

Alright, I'll try not to worry about you worrying, because you worry about everything.

[He seems a bit more appeased, though, expression a bit softer, less anxious.]

....

[Wait, uh.]

How did you know? Er, see it? Did you, um — was it the panic room, or...?

[He hasn't caught the fact that you saw him in a Sexually Charged situation.

So. Y'know.]

[namisan]

No, it was--

[She breaks off, mouth open, then shuts it with a snap, going a little red. Um.

...diversion!!]

What's a panic room?

[collegedropout]

It's, uuuh... You know, a big room you hide in if there's a break-in or anything like that. It locks from the inside. Usually. [He rubs the back of his head.] It's the place with the big fan, where I spent my detoxes. Sound familiar? Big cylindrical place?

[namisan]

[Okay. Well first of all, rude. And second of all, that wasn't much of a distraction in the end. The flush spreads across her face.]

No. No, you were in a-- a really nice room, actually. In comparison. With a woman. [That she knows now is Ruby, but. Haha? No big deal. /////]

[collegedropout]

[... He flusters.]




Oh.

Ruby. Right. Um.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

... Right.

[namisan]

[Look, she's seen him in the aftermath of alien orgies, but that was at least censored and his own idiocy on display. Nami saw more than she's really comfortable with for all kinds of reasons, but hey.]

So now we've discussed that we can never mention it ever again, right?

[collegedropout]

[He's red from head to toe, thanks.

This is the worst morning after.]

Never again, right. That's... That's a good idea.

You got it.

[namisan]

Doesn't change anything. [Pointedly.

...then she grins, crookedly. It kind of helps that he's gone so red. So lightly:] Once I scrub that visual, anyway.

[collegedropout]

... We could, um. Scrub it away with coffee?

Lots of coffee and maybe a pan to the head.

[namisan]

I'll hold the pan in reserve. [She gets up finally, reeling a little with a frown, rubbing the side of her face.]

...it's been a long time since my last hangover, anyway. Kinda glad they're not a thing more often. C'mon. [She holds out a hand.]

[collegedropout]

[... Well, he's been through more embarrassing mornings.

He sighs but takes her hand, eager for coffee and time to distance himself from that whole conversation. (Maybe he'll even come to appreciate it someday).]