[The moment the door is opened, Perona feels like she's facing down, well...a Shichibukai. She can't find her voice for a few moments, and under his characteristic imposing stare, she has to eventually look away from his eyes. Finally, once she's done fidgeting nervously and wishing she'd rehearsed this a little better - or quietly wondering how she's still standing in one piece and not bleeding out in a heap or something - she presents her gift (which are really two gifts, a small box atop a larger, more slender one) to Mihawk, glancing back at him when gathers her confidence.]
...I'm very sorry, Mihhawk-sama. [So hopefully you can accept this gift and forgive her, maybe? Perona misses her stuff, and her bed, and maybe even your presence...a little. Ahem.] This is for you. For the holiday. I think you'll like it.
25th
...I'm very sorry, Mihhawk-sama. [So hopefully you can accept this gift and forgive her, maybe? Perona misses her stuff, and her bed, and maybe even your presence...a little. Ahem.] This is for you. For the holiday. I think you'll like it.
[Boy, does she ever hope you will.]