[She is so intent on focusing on his words and thinking of what she can do that the shifting is unexpected and she gives a startled half squeaking sound. How strange to be picked up at will. To be that helpless. Yet she doesn't feel helpless. She settles on his chest instead, crossing one paw over the other.
What to do for Nami. She knows what she does like. Freedom. Her nakama being safe. Plentiful drinks. Though they have become almost too plentiful. There is nothing she can think of that they can offer. Robin carefully writes the word "home" on his chest, soft pawed so as not to mar the tattoo. It is not the answer he is looking for but it is the truth]
November 1st [Luceti]
What to do for Nami. She knows what she does like. Freedom. Her nakama being safe. Plentiful drinks. Though they have become almost too plentiful. There is nothing she can think of that they can offer. Robin carefully writes the word "home" on his chest, soft pawed so as not to mar the tattoo. It is not the answer he is looking for but it is the truth]