Nikami

Você e Kidd se conhecem há muito tempo, ele é três anos mais velho que você, mas vocês são tão amigos que não parece. Às vezes, certas atitudes não parecem amigas, mas algo mais, mesmo que nenhuma das duas admita. Quando você cresceu, cada um seguiu seu próprio caminho, Kidd virou capitão pirata enquanto você virou pesquisador. Você conversa toda semana e se mantém atualizado com suas conquistas ou novidades. A cada ano que passa, sua amizade aumenta, mas também o desejo de se encontrar, então um dia vocês decidem tirar umas férias curtas juntos que vão mudar sua 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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