( sanji seems to have fond memories of his time as a pirate, out at sea, and he would be right to think that to wanda it sounds fantastical, whimsical. she imagines impossibly blue waters, the salty spray, a kind breeze to abate the warm sun.
when he says his part about the government and being a criminal, how it doesn't make you that, she stops, looking up at him. would that he hit the nail on the head, most likely without realizing. inclined forward as she is, close to his space, it makes this specific moment a lot more intimate, when he reaches his hand to draw her hair back.
right, the burn mark.
she nods, gaze listing to the side for a moment in active consideration of whether he is someone she could trust before returning to face him. she nods, once, and brings hands back to her lap. )
I was in a prison. ( βin the seaβ ) I guess that when I got here, the cuff β malfunctioned.
( her fingers twist together, fidgeting, as does her mouth, worry drawn on the lines of her face as she scoots back, looking down. )
...sorry I didn't mention it earlier.
( because even if he thinks the way he does, it's different to talk to someone who was in prison, justly or not, regardless of their crimes, and she figures that not everyone is comfortable with this kind of company. those who had offered her a ride when she first arrived? they had the benefit of seeing her uniform, of making their own assumptions and decisions; sanji had no such benefit. )
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when he says his part about the government and being a criminal, how it doesn't make you that, she stops, looking up at him. would that he hit the nail on the head, most likely without realizing. inclined forward as she is, close to his space, it makes this specific moment a lot more intimate, when he reaches his hand to draw her hair back.
right, the burn mark.
she nods, gaze listing to the side for a moment in active consideration of whether he is someone she could trust before returning to face him. she nods, once, and brings hands back to her lap. )
I was in a prison. ( βin the seaβ ) I guess that when I got here, the cuff β malfunctioned.
( her fingers twist together, fidgeting, as does her mouth, worry drawn on the lines of her face as she scoots back, looking down. )
...sorry I didn't mention it earlier.
( because even if he thinks the way he does, it's different to talk to someone who was in prison, justly or not, regardless of their crimes, and she figures that not everyone is comfortable with this kind of company. those who had offered her a ride when she first arrived? they had the benefit of seeing her uniform, of making their own assumptions and decisions; sanji had no such benefit. )