Ravenous
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiikuuuuuu!" Monkey D. Luffy panted, dragging himself sluggishly across the deck, his chin rubbing across the wood.
The crew's cook puffed smoke upwards, watching it spiral into the air before he even glanced at his meat-loving captain. "You've already eaten five portions' worth. And we don't want to run out before the next island."
Luffy pouted. "But we have—"
"If we run out anymore, we'd have to ask Nami-swan for more beli to pay for our supplies," Sanji calmly explained, as though he had gone through this conversation before. "The stupid marimo over there already owes her his life and then-some for losing a stupid sword."
"Oi!" The marimo in question had heard that. And he was not amused.
"But—"
"You can ask her yourself if you'd like." Sanji slammed the door to the kitchen, leaving Luffy there, rubber stomach grumbling.
"No."
The moment Luffy entered the captain's room, his navigator knew exactly what he was in there for. So without even as much as a turn of her head to acknowledge his presence, she'd answered the unasked question. Nami even anticipated the customary response.
"Naaaaaamiiiiii," Luffy whined. She knew it.
"I said no, Luffy." The sparks in Nami's eyes caused the 300 million beli man to cringe.
"Okay..."
Nami heard the door close, and the loud whining from before disappeared. She crookedly smiled. She clearly had him wrapped around her finger.
To the orange-haired navigator, whoever said ruling by fear rather than love was a genius.
