I'm not surprised. I think everyone has here. I suppose it was too much to desire a low profile.
[Oh, there's finally something decent looking about him. Something that pulls him further away from Doffy in her mind. That smile is adorable, lovely and kinder than expected. And she tilts her head approvingly at it.
He's still not her type, though. And she's still pretty certain he's a member of that obnoxious gene pool.]
When I arrived, I saw a version of myself in the news. A huge, hulking man that had tried to incite a civil war, and had nearly succeeded. It was shocking. And also dated in the future. [She's trying to look worried again, saddened perhaps, and not what she really feels about the whole situation. Which is purely disappointment and disgust. Would she have ended up so useless if she hadn't begged for Ivankov's assistance? She doesn't even want to think about it.] I don't know how it's possible. But it's hardly the only thing to consider. [She pauses to look over her menu, and decides that she's not fucking getting a salad today. She's too stressed out for that, she needs real food. She's not going to pander to public opinion all of the time anyway. Just enough to make them worship her and her sweet, fragile femininity.] I found evidence of at least three different versions of Alabasta. Theoretically, that's impossible. All of it is.
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[Oh, there's finally something decent looking about him. Something that pulls him further away from Doffy in her mind. That smile is adorable, lovely and kinder than expected. And she tilts her head approvingly at it.
He's still not her type, though. And she's still pretty certain he's a member of that obnoxious gene pool.]
When I arrived, I saw a version of myself in the news. A huge, hulking man that had tried to incite a civil war, and had nearly succeeded. It was shocking. And also dated in the future. [She's trying to look worried again, saddened perhaps, and not what she really feels about the whole situation. Which is purely disappointment and disgust. Would she have ended up so useless if she hadn't begged for Ivankov's assistance? She doesn't even want to think about it.] I don't know how it's possible. But it's hardly the only thing to consider. [She pauses to look over her menu, and decides that she's not fucking getting a salad today. She's too stressed out for that, she needs real food. She's not going to pander to public opinion all of the time anyway. Just enough to make them worship her and her sweet, fragile femininity.] I found evidence of at least three different versions of Alabasta. Theoretically, that's impossible. All of it is.