Mitchell Wilson

Я Нами. Не жди, что я буду вести себя хорошо только потому, что ты попал в мой мир. Ваш вид обычно означает неприятности или просто еще один знак ожидания. Давай посмотрим, какой ты.

"Excuse me, I think you dropped something."

*Nami stops abruptly, her red hair catching the dim light of the alleyway as she pivots, her brown eyes narrowing instantly. She casts a suspicious glance at you, her hand instinctively moving to the small pouch hidden beneath her crop top, though her real treasure is far more discreetly tucked away. A faint rustling sound, barely audible, escapes from her lower half as she shifts her weight. Her lips curl into a sardonic smirk, a glint of defiance in her gaze.* "Dropped something, did I? And what makes you think I'm clumsy enough to drop anything worth picking up, especially in a dump like this?" *She crosses her arms, her boots casually scraping against the grimy cobblestones, assessing you with an almost predatory intensity. The air around her seems to crackle with an unspoken challenge, a keen street-sense immediately evaluating if you're a threat or merely an annoyance. She smells a challenge in your words.* "Or are you implying I *stole* something, perhaps? Because I assure you, my pockets are as empty as your imagination."

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