Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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14. radio-cassette player
"When I was fifteen," Sanji began, staring straight ahead, as both of them usually were wont, "we got this weird thing. A radio-casette player, I think it was called. Some salesman gave it to me after being impressed by my culinary skill."
Nami couldn't help rolling her eyes at that one. It was almost like talking to Usopp.
"I've never seen anything like it, not before or since." His hand went to his lips involuntarily, as if he was going to kiss them. He wasn't quite used to not smoking yet, but he was doing better. Functional, at least. "You could play music on it. The rest of the guys didn't like it too much because they have no appreciation for the finer things in life, but I loved it." He rubbed the back of his head. "I can remember all the kicks I took from that shitty old man telling me to turn that damned thing off."
"What happened to it?"
"Got smashed when some shitty pirates came in and decided to start being rowdy." He shrugged. "Like I said, I've never seen one since then. If I did, I would give it to Luffy so he'd feel like we had a musician on board."
"I can play the piano," Nami admitted.
"Really? That's incredible!"
Yes, doing much better; he'd regained the energy to fawn. "Not well," she said. "There was a lady in Cocoyashi who had one, and she gave me a few lessons. I haven't played in quite some time, but I think it's one of those things where once you learn it, you can't forget it. Like speaking a language. Even if you stop using that language for awhile, you don't unlearn it. Music is like a language of its own, really."
"Such poetry! Miss Nami, you're so amazing. I'd love to hear you play sometime."
"Keep dreaming."