Robin perspective! She's such an important aspect to this story~ It makes me happy to use her because she's one of my favorites. She's so sweet but can be so...well you know, a tiger lady if need be. So Robin, everyone~ Short chapter, not my characters!
Robin had enjoyed a tasty salad topped with a pleasant chocolate cake fruit. She drank her wine slowly, sitting within the aquarium bar. Dimly lit setting with the magnificent fish tank behind her and all around the room made this one of the best places to sit in. She sat alone, thinking to herself about what other books she could read, only she hadn't had any new ones to enjoy. Her collection was nice to review since she had been away from it for two long years. Why not reread those then, she thought. The archaeologist closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side and sighing. She smiled to herself, extremely content with her new life. Where would she be if Luffy and the others had not saved her? She would be dead, she thought, unable to escape from the ghosts of her past.
How she was so very grateful to them all for never giving up on her. She slowly opened her eyes again, coming back to reality. Her senses had slowed for a moment but were up and running again once she heard the door click shut. Turning her head in the direction of the click! sound, she spotted a familiar liar wobbling her way. Here the long nosed one was, coming to her for something, or maybe he was just going to sit next to her and just think about past times. Either way, she didn't mind the company at all. Only, this company didn't seem like a very cheerful one, in fact, the long nosed one seemed to look more troubled than content. She wondered what was wrong, but had a feeling it may have been trouble with another crewmate. She smiled again, knowing that these two just didn't know what to do with themselves. The answer was so simple, yet they couldn't see it like she could. How funny, she mused, were all new relationships like this?
She recalled the captain and swordsman's little affair together. Things seemed to go so smoothly for the two. She had the feeling their declaration of 'love' was more straight forward than anything—something she herself would totally prefer if she ever had such interest in anyone. The two never knew what fear was, being the types to jump in without question nor second thought; they dealt with problems reacting on impulse, not planning—and planning in these conditions often increased nervousness and doubt. She only agreed that they would do the same when expressing such embarrassing feelings to one another. But here, the situation was a bit altered. This liar was the shy type, normally choosing his 'flight' instinct whenever in a stressful situation. He was uneasy with such things, and clumsy with his words. Truly different from any swordsman or captain she knew.
Then there was the Casanova cook that seemed to have 'love sickness' for any woman with a slim shape and a pretty face. He was passionate, yet he could be bashful when something embarrassed him. He reacted almost instantly, giving off the answers or replies with the snap of your fingers. He could easily express himself, whether happy or angry. Two natural opposites that had attracted each other, yet they were having such a hard time communicating. She held in a slight chuckle and put her mind on hold to speak to the long nosed liar who stood in front of her.
"Yes, Mr. Long Nose?"