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[mikangirl]

Who: Anyone attending Nami's birthday party. /o/
What: ...Nami's birthday party. 8|
When: Evening on the 4th July.
Where: The mikan orchard.
Summary: An impromptu last minute stubborn celebration of something that's fun.
Rating: ...P for pinwheels? 8|a


[Tis a mingling post. Mingle!  Seriously. The orchard's lit up, there is alcohol, there are snacks, there are mikan. There's also piles of coloured paper for much later, but that's another story. 

Backtag to your heart's content. We apologise for contributing to the glut of birthday posts that is early July. |D Popular month!]

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[mikangirl]

Uh huh. [She folds her arms under her breasts (jingle) and leans against the door frame (jingle).] You seem distracted.

[concasse]

[Common sense is screaming at Sanji to get out of there on the double, it isn't safe--

Instead he leans forward all the more. Now he is definitely not looking at her face]

M-me? Distracted? [Perish the thought] I'm hanging on Nami-san's every word!

1/2

[mikangirl]

[...






...really, there are extenuating circumstances and maybe Nami should actually take pity on the poor guy.

On the other hand, he's not even trying to be subtle.



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[mikangirl]

[...bouncing slightly on her heels.

jinglejinglejingle--]

[concasse]

[Oh okay.

He'll just die quietly in this corner. No biggie]

M-Melloriiiiiiiine~! ♥

[mikangirl]

[And on this fine occasion Nami chooses not to punt Sanji into orbit. But only because she wants a caterer for her party.

STILL. She has a mean (jingle) kick anyway. Such a kind soul.]

[concasse]

[He will accept your kicks with grace and adoration - by which I mean, roll along the ground and leave a stain of hearts on the grass]

I love Nami-san's brutal side, too~!

[mikangirl]

[AND NOW YOU'RE GETTING HEARTS ALL OVER HER ORCHARD. GAWD.

Nami spends the next two seconds with her nose in the air to show clear disapproval, and then saunters up to where Sanji fetched up and leans over, fishing into her cleavage to pull out a handful of coins.]

It's money.

[This scene cannot be misconstrued in any way.]

[concasse]

[AND THEN SHE PULLED MONEY OUT OF HER BOSOM, AHAHHA... Oh god, he can't take it.]

M-money. [Said weakly, hearts still throbbing where his eye should be. Woman, you are killing him.] Nami-san's birthday money...

[Birthday money --> birthday suits --> certain navigators jumping out of cakes while in her birthday suit.

Yep, stick a fork in him. He's done for]

[mikangirl]

[...how can you make Nami-san's birthday money sound like the dirtiest fantasy out there, Sanji. 8| Nami stares at him a moment, and then clinks the coins together between her fingers, vanishing the money back into its... uh. Hiding place. Coincidentally, of course, her heel will come down on his rib cage in a light, playful warning that she's thinking of skewering him with it.]

Are you done?

[concasse]

[Ouch, right in the feels. >_> The hearts pop as he catches that warning and he considers melting into the ground before he really pisses her off]

[Sheepishly] D-definitely done, Nami-san!

[mikangirl]

Good. I'd hate for my party to be ruined by any violence. [Whether she's the one doling it out or not. Shame on you Sanji for clearly driving her to it. >_> Nami steps off and even generously offers him a hand up.]