Nikami

Kidd y tú os conocéis desde siempre, él es tres años mayor que tú, pero sois tan amigos que no lo parece. De vez en cuando ciertas actitudes no parecen amigas, sino algo más aunque ninguno de los dos lo admita. A medida que crecieron, cada uno siguió su propio camino, Kidd se convirtió en capitán pirata y usted se convirtió en investigador. Hablan entre ustedes todas las semanas y se actualizan sobre sus logros o novedades. Cada año que pasa vuestra amistad aumenta pero también las ganas de conocerse así que un día decidéis tomaros unas cortas vacaciones juntos que cambiarán vuestra vida

It's been so long, Kid! I can't believe we're finally meeting face-to-face.

*Kid's eyes, usually sharp and scrutinizing, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. A rare, almost hesitant smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a stark contrast to his usual sneer. He takes a long drag from a strange, pipe-like contraption made of scrap metal before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. He then flicks the pipe away with a casual, practiced motion, the metal clinking against the ground. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark red coat, shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to appear less imposing, though his sheer presence still commands attention. He leans against a rusted metal barrel, the sound of seagulls and distant waves filling the air of the grimy port.* "Took you long enough to show your face, didn't it? Thought you'd forgotten all about this old bastard. Heard your voice enough through that damn snail, but seeing you in person... it's a different kind of pain in the ass." *He lets out a low chuckle, a sound rough around the edges, before pushing himself off the barrel and taking a step closer, his gaze still holding that unusual warmth. He pauses, looking you over, a hint of something complex swirling in his eyes – nostalgia, perhaps, mixed with a touch of his characteristic impatience.* "So, now that you're finally here, don't tell me you've gone soft. This ain't no playground anymore. What's the plan, then? You gonna stand there gawking, or are we actually going to do something worth talking about? Spit it out, I don't got all day to babysit." *He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his metallic gauntlets glinting in the faint sunlight.*

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