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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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YOUR GAGTAG, YOUNG LADY

[concasse]

[Once she makes her preference clear, Sanji snatches up a plate of delicate-looking hors d'oeuvres he'd made specifically for the party, and then presents them with a flourished bow as if he were serving royalty] Here you are~! ♥

And rest assured, Perona-chan, there's more than enough alcohol to go around~ [Even with Zoro on the prowl]

1/2 - What ever are you talking about? 8Da

[thatsnotcute]

[Please don't remind her of that creature. ;A; It is a beast purged forever from her thoughts.

Though with the tasty spread laid out before her, Perona's mind races over just what she should devour first. It all looks so good! As usual...hn, it's not fair that the Straw Hats get to keep such a talented, loyal, and perhaps a little irritating and perverted man! Why couldn't she have kept the adorable denguin version of him?! It's just not fair at all... He's wasted on those others, siiigh.]

Aaah...Mr. Cook, these all look so good! [Doo, dee, doo taking a few of those goodies, yup yup.] Mmh...and they're just as yummy as anything else you've made for me! And you aren't even tired at all? Having to serve such a boisterous bigmouth like that rubber boy... I feel a little bad for you.

2/2

[thatsnotcute]

But things will surely change! You can come stay with me instead! I'll make you cute enough to serve me!

[concasse]

[There's a lot in her phrasing Sanji could bring up, but what sticks with him is that last part. A smile is still on his face, but he glances at her uncertainly]

... Make me cute? [Wh-what, you mean he's not cute already? D8 Looking down at himself.]

[thatsnotcute]

Yes! I'm sure there's someone here that could give you some ears or a tail. Or I could just dress you up. [She is actually being serious, that's the terrifying part.]

The suit needs to be altered, maybe a few rips and tears and colorful patches, a cute little hat with horns, a cravat instead of this. [She tugs at his tie gently.] With a bat or skull brooch! Or a garnet stone....the color of blood, uwaah~! And some spiked boots! And chains! And bandages! Oh, and fangs, too. You need those.

If you had all those, then you'd be perfect!

[concasse]

A-ahaha... [He very, very slowly eases back, without making it too obvious, and holds up his hands. It might just be him, but he feels like he's encroaching on dangerous territory] Perona-chwan, my deepest apologies for not meeting your specifications~!

[He'll keep this in mind for Halloween, maybe, but that's as good as she's getting]

A-at least my face is okay? [8D?]

[thatsnotcute]

[Now why ever would you feel that way, chef? 8D? But Perona's fantasy bubble bursts in the worst of ways, and she's left with...him. Sighing, she waves her hand lazily and picks off some more snacks, nibbling them with a look of sheer indifference. She'll throw in a thoughtful hum, though, just to be a little polite. A little bit.]

Eh...you're better than that Pervsalom, at least. And the best of your crew, I suppose... [Insult or compliment, YOU DECIDE.]