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☠ 1st Haunt ☠ - [Voice | Action]
[Waking up in a forest is definitely not a common occurrence for Perona. She remembers being in Sabaody, moping bidding that green-haired imbecile goodbye once and for all. For a moment, Perona thinks she's been blindsided by auctioneers, and sits up straight, hands flying to her neck, thankfully finding nothing there. She heaves a huge sigh of relief, and actually begins to look around her.]
...This isn't-- [Fluttering, and an all too familiar aching on her back clue the young woman in, and her teeth grind together as she reaches back gingerly and feels feathers.] Mmhhrm...it would by my luck to be brought back, wouldn't it? Now where is that stupid boo--Bearsy! They didn't take you awa--eh? Oh, there it is! You were holding my journal for me like a good boy.
[And finally, after removing her journal from the back zipper pouch of her stuffed teddy, Perona's face comes into the journal camera's viewfinder, looking rather unimpressed.] Oi, I've come back. Can someone tell me the date, and who's still here that I may know? You Straw Hat people, too, check in as soon as possible if you're still here! And anyone else from the grand Line, for that matter.
[Though Perona's not going to be too talkative right away. She snaps her journal shut and sends out a hollow scout up into the air, to scour the area from above. Seeing through its eyes, she heads toward the direction of the plaza, grumbling as she goes. Why did she have to come back here?! She was finally home! So...s-so what if she was alone there now, at least she was on the sea, and she had a ship, and she was safe, and--]
I wonder if he's...mm.
[When she does finally get to the clothing shop and into her clothes (after a lot of searching and hissing at how her hat could have gotten crushed under a mountain of other clothes), Perona exits the store and snaps opens her parasol. That should help keep the sun off her now, not that it'd do much good now after all that walking and floating she did. Stupid Luceti.]
How annoying, being back here again... My room had better still be unoccupied.
...This isn't-- [Fluttering, and an all too familiar aching on her back clue the young woman in, and her teeth grind together as she reaches back gingerly and feels feathers.] Mmhhrm...it would by my luck to be brought back, wouldn't it? Now where is that stupid boo--Bearsy! They didn't take you awa--eh? Oh, there it is! You were holding my journal for me like a good boy.
[And finally, after removing her journal from the back zipper pouch of her stuffed teddy, Perona's face comes into the journal camera's viewfinder, looking rather unimpressed.] Oi, I've come back. Can someone tell me the date, and who's still here that I may know? You Straw Hat people, too, check in as soon as possible if you're still here! And anyone else from the grand Line, for that matter.
[Though Perona's not going to be too talkative right away. She snaps her journal shut and sends out a hollow scout up into the air, to scour the area from above. Seeing through its eyes, she heads toward the direction of the plaza, grumbling as she goes. Why did she have to come back here?! She was finally home! So...s-so what if she was alone there now, at least she was on the sea, and she had a ship, and she was safe, and--]
I wonder if he's...mm.
[When she does finally get to the clothing shop and into her clothes (after a lot of searching and hissing at how her hat could have gotten crushed under a mountain of other clothes), Perona exits the store and snaps opens her parasol. That should help keep the sun off her now, not that it'd do much good now after all that walking and floating she did. Stupid Luceti.]
How annoying, being back here again... My room had better still be unoccupied.
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Yeah, the past few weeks had been tough, so I'm really glad you missed 'em at least. [Then he smiles and pats her shoulder amiably.] But you're right! Now's what's important. And we have all the time to catch up later! But first-- [looks around] got more stuff you need here?
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Hm? Oh, eeh... well. [She lifts up her gown a little, just to show off her bare feet. She'll even gives her toes a little wiggle.] My boots are all I'm missing. Or just any sort of shoes that look nice and fit with my outfit.
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[Forgive the impatience, Perona. He kinda missed his only semi-regular non-brother friend around.]
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Mm, let's get started. My boots are red like blood and have three straps on them. And they go up high, almost to the knee.
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Sneakers. Loafers. Strappy sandals. Rain boots. Weirdass rubber clogs with a dumbass-looking crocodile on it. And--
Hmmm.]
Uh, it's not exactly like what you said, but will this do? [He holds out this pair of boots.]
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Perona lifts her head, and her growing foul mood pops just a big, fat bubble. She squeaks with delight at the adorable boots presented and skitters over to take them.]
Aaaah, they're adorable! I hope they fit, aah, look how cute they are! [Perona quickly and expertly unlaces one boot, and wriggles her foot in easily. It's a little loose without a stocking of some sort, but that just means it will fit once she does locate such things.] It fits! It fits almost perfectly and they're so cute and pretty! Thank you, Sabo-kun, I'll consider this a welcoming gift from you!
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[Aaand that's as far as his fashion knowledge goes.]
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I was very fortunate to come across you here, it seems...you've helped me so much I can't even begin to think what to do in return. ...Maybe a treat of some kind, do you like sweets?
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At her question, he beams because food.] Oh, I like pastries. Like cakes and rolls and pies. But I can eat anything!
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[And really she just wants the company and to talk to Sabo - she missed him, a lot, and just wants to catch up. Plus, her first actual friend...it's something she kind of has to get used to. Or know what to do. Sabo's a boy, and a little boy, he's not exactly into the things Perona's into. Not many people are, alas.]
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Sounds good to me! [Jumping off his shelf and landing neatly on his feet.] And, hey, I can even lend a hand cooking. I've been practicing so Ace and Marco didn't have to cook for me all the time.
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But oh, color her surprised when Perona learns that her little friend can even cook as well! My, my, what a gifted little kid...]
Eeeh...you're such a smart boy! I didn't learn to cook for myself until only just recently back home. It was so hard, and I didn't have anyone to teach me, either. And I wasn't good at all when I first started. And Mihawk-sama got mad at me for burning a few things... [Mumble, mumble.] But I can do little things easily now! I can even bake a little! And you can't help this time because it's a gift from me to you, but next time, we can cook together, okay?
[And already she's planning that, while picking up her teddybear and heading out the door to wait for Sabo. She'll even hold it open for him.]
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Ohh?!! Okay then. I'm looking forward to it! [He's right behind her, doing a little half-step, half-leap out of the threshold of the shop to the sunny outdoors, before turning back to Perona with a smile.] And don't worry! Simple food stuff's more than fine to me. I'm used to hunting animals and fishing and doing a lot of eat-and-runs more than anything, so being treated to a home-cooked meal's pretty great already!
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...You really are a pirate, Sabo-kun. [Really, eat-and-runs? Tsk, tsk. Whatever - so long as he eats. And hey, pirates are thieves most of the time, there's no denying that.] But I would be glad to make you something. It won't be the best...like others could do, I'm sure, but it should be very good, I think.
[Really, two years' experience, more or less, should be enough, right? She's no Sanji - not even close - but she can make edible food now.]