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Any horror she may have felt had taken a seat back when faced with the overreaction from her crew; the lovable idiots had been far more pained and scared than she was, and what could Nami do, if not look after them? They were her idiots, after all. Sanji had to be her next victim, there to bring her food because Chopper had recommended she'd stay in bed until she had recovered enough from the blood loss. "So, how do I look?" her temporary arm-replacement, made entirely of wood, couldn't be hidden, so she had wear a perfectly normal sleeveless - and pretty revealing - dress to bait Sanji into being normal. So help her, she was going to cook for Luffy too if she had to. "Do you like my new dress?"

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........ why. why, luffy.

​    ❝ uh, that's a dumb question. 'cause why not ???  ❞

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"You hurt my feelings." Nami had been thinking about how to react for a while; she had been given time to do so, the crew was injured and emotions were still high, and so she had mulled over everything she had learned about Sanji - a few questions had been asked to Reiju herself in between plotting what to do - and she also had to think about everything that she still wanted to learn. But she expected Sanji to deflect. Either that, because it hurt, or to feel so guilty he would not know what to do with himself. After all, that was how she had reacted in scarily similar circumstances. And so, that first sentence was what she had come up with to have his full attention after they were left alone. "You hurt Luffy right in front of me and you hurt my feelings," she reiterated to make a point, "And we did our very best to save you, so you owe me, Sanji." The onorific -kun had been fully ditched, but while it had been a way to push him away earlier, it was now her way to close some of the distance between them, even if her expression was neutral, studying his reaction. "So I want... sixty seconds. If you want to make up with me, I want you to give me sixty seconds to say and do whatever I want, and you cannot hold it against me. I'll be completely free and you'll have to accept it. Deal?"

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She's at peace with her choice, obviously, her friends are worth an arm and a leg, but it's hard in all sort of ways that she needs to hide so they won't feel worse. For one, it hurts, but she can't tell Chopper she needs more pain relief because at that rate they'll have to find a stop earlier, and everyone will know, so she said nothing; it also feels like a blow to her ego to look like that - after all, she is beautiful, thank you very much. Or at least, she used to be. And Sanji, of course, goes overboard with the compliments, but the snort that slips out of her is genuine, because his ridiculous praises are funny. Even when he's clearly lying. But hey, she's lying too, in her desperate attempt to look so okay. "Thank you, Sanji-kun~" Her smile is equally as sincere, because oh, she needed that laugh, and Nami lights up even more when she tries a sip of her drink. "It's perfect." Almost perfect: she straightens up on her bed, to sit up better so she could enjoy her drink, and puts pressure on her wooden hand which results in a jolt of pain at her shoulder; she stills with a wince, and damn it, damn it, she can't show pain like that. "You know what else I'd like?" her voice has slightly cracked at the beginning, but she keeps on going pretending nothing happened, "Ice cream. The next island is supposed to be cold, maybe we could get some?"

"how do you look?" coos the cook, clapping his hands together after placing the tray on the table beside her. "nami-san, you look so cool~!" he is trying his best, because sanji is TORN inside about the sacrifice that nami made for him, for the monster trio. it was a huge price to pay, one that nami seemed to be... okay with? sanji has been doting on her, clearly guilty (and grateful). "you're always beautiful, my sweet. like a star shining in the sky, like the sun glistening on the ocean, like a glistening topaz tiara..." he trails off after a few more platitudes, glancing down at her dress. sanji looks for a respectable amount, definitely clocking her cleavage. damn it, nami. why do you do this to him? he clears his throat. "it's very beautiful, nami-san. it suits you quite well!" and then he's grabbing the special tangerine drink he's made for her, holding the straw close to her. "here, have a refreshing drink, nami-san. it will help you build up your strength."

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He looks like a kicked puppy, and Nami hates it. It's all fun and games if Sanji is being dramatic to make a point, it's another when he's clearly trying to keep himself together and failing. She hates it. Hates it. She gets up, smooths her shirt and shorts, and wishes she could hurt his family. All of them - maybe not his sister, clearly she's not like the others - but she especially wants to hit his father with lightning strong enough to burn him into dust .

"Fine, if that's your choice, but you can't run away," she warns him, before walking up to him and then, very simply, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him to herself and into a tight hug. And he had been so little. Sanji may be an adult now, but Nami thinks of a little blond child, scared and hurt, trapped with that disgusting man who had been yelling at Luffy for daring to care, to want him in his crew, and she still, really, really, wants to go back and erase his father from existence, protect that little boy. "I expected you to be smarter than me," she says instead, burying her face against his shoulder, "I invented yelling at Luffy and making people go away so I could fix my problems alone. But you've known us for so long now..." But she knows it's not about being smart or not trusting them enough. Some hells are inescapable. She still doesn't have all the details, but it doesn't matter in the big picture.

"What did he say?" she asks out loud, but the words had truly never left her mind, or her heart, even if it's been years, and Nami's hand gently goes to cradle the back of Sanji's head: "You are our friend. We are your crew. Got it?"

you hurt my feelings.

the cook's shoulders tense at the statement, nami's voice cutting through his thoughts like a knife. he stands there pathetically, a pout lining his lips. his heart pounds in his chest, and he is taken back to the moment where she stared at him, tears in her eyes after he'd beaten the absolute shit out of luffy. (he hates that luffy never fought back, never tried to wound him when he wanted to be hit the most.) there's a bit of resignation in those blue eyes, even as sanji feels safe again, but he knows there is still so much left unsaid amongst those who came to rescue him. he can only imagine how the others will react, when everyone finally reunites in wano, especially zoro. ugh. for now, though, it is nami who has chosen to break the awkward silence, to remind him that YES,

he had hurt her.

the rush of emotions he feels makes his eyes water, and he looks up to the sky to hide those glazed eyes from the navigator. he clears his throat, nodding weakly. it's hard to speak when his jaw feels like it's wired shut, as he recalls the images of luffy bloodied. there is a deep desire inside of him to just drop to his knees and beg for her forgiveness. he doesn't make that gross display, because she deserves more than his dramatics. he respects her too much, in spite of his former actions. he wants to tell her about the pressure he had been under, wants to just get it all out -- but does it matter, in the end? he had done it, plain and simple. and he had left her on zou with that smile of reassurance, only to crush her heart into pieces when they were finally reunited.

it aches to hear that she still refuses to call him sanji-kun, a show that there is still distance between them. he knows he has a lot to make up for, and he will. he forces a weak smile, a bit worried to what she might say. regardless, he would -- of course -- do anything she asks.

"deal," he says, not sure if he can articulate anything else at the moment without getting emotional. sanji clears his throat again and looks at her sullenly, letting some of exhaustion show, face still hidden behind the mask reiju gave him. the swelling went down considerably, but it still hid the injuries. he hadn't been man enough to show chopper, too ashamed. "you may have more than sixty seconds, if you'd like." he manages after a moment of internally preparing himself. plenty of images run though his head -- self-loathing thoughts, of him getting on his knees, acting like a dog, or maybe her hitting him around with the clima-tact. "however long you need."