( when she raises her head again, the caress of his thumb encouraging her to do so, she meets his eyes; light blue, even in the warm glow of the old lightbulbs, like the sky, meets her own, a clear green, no longer burdened by uncertainty or discomfort. wanda has managed to avoid having sanji see her cry, and it really only is because of how gentle he's been with her.
she smiles back at him.
leaning back, she straightens her back, and grabs at his pants. )
It's not indecent.
( because he's not forcing her to be in this situation, and he's not doing anything untoward to her. turning the pants inside out, she finds the rupture in the material, and starts working on repairing it, craning her neck downward to watch her fingers and the stitching.
wanda glances up at him now and then, as she asks, )
no subject
she smiles back at him.
leaning back, she straightens her back, and grabs at his pants. )
It's not indecent.
( because he's not forcing her to be in this situation, and he's not doing anything untoward to her. turning the pants inside out, she finds the rupture in the material, and starts working on repairing it, craning her neck downward to watch her fingers and the stitching.
wanda glances up at him now and then, as she asks, )
What was it like, on the floating restaurant?