Bubble Trouble

[meatthefuture]

Who: The Straw Hats
Where: Sailing log en route to Gamboller's Berth With a pitstop at Empieza.
When: March 30th-April 7th: Sailing, April 8th-11th Empieza
What: Bubbling and other shenanigans
Warnings: The usual




Have at. :3

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[serving_lovely]

[One of the bright spots of this whole ordeal! Not that Sanji doesn't adore Celestia-san normally, but she's so cute as a human~!!]

Celestia-swaaaan~!

[Spins toward her, which might look more awkward than usual considering he's a girl right now. THEN AGAIN it's probably always awkward.]

I made a drink for you!

[Swoops into a bow that nearly pitches him straight forward onto his face. Damn extra weight on his chest that he's still not used to, hmph. He straightens again with a sheepish laugh, holding the glass out for her. Miraculously, he didn't spill anything!]

How you doing with the shitty legs?

[letteropener]

[Actually, that's kind of relieving; Celestia isn't really certain if she has become an attractive human or not, but this way she might not need to beat him off with a stick.]

[She accepts the drink, a bit confused, as she looks down at her legs.] Oh, are they bad?

[serving_lovely]

Eh?

[Blinks at her.]

No, 'course not. They're lovely~

[He says, as he eyes them up and down.]

[letteropener]

You're the one who described them otherwise. [She lifts one experimentally, just to see if she can balance her whole weight onto just one. Luckily she isn't wearing a skirt...] I don't have any problems with them myself.

[serving_lovely]

I did?

[HONESTLY CONFUSED, seeing as how he tacks 'shitty' on to damn near everything every time he opens his mouth. Always has.]

Apologies, Celestia-san, I certainly didn't mean to. [Leans up against the railing.] Too bad we're not on land, though. You could take 'em for a run. Or maybe we can go swimming later!

[Not that any of that is particularly new, she can do all of it with four legs, too. But whatever.]

[letteropener]

Is it strange that I already miss my wings?

[She judged the ship, then breaks into an experimental jog for about a dozen feet or so. At the end of her short path, she slows, then turns to walk back to Sanji with a mild frown.]

Now that feels all wrong.

[serving_lovely]

Not at all! I miss my—

[...Cough.

Well.

Sanji clears his throat, just letting that hang there like he never started the sentence at all, and instead watches Celestia jog around.]

Yeah, I bet. You probably had a way more powerful run before.

[letteropener]

And far more balanced. [Celestia assumes Sanji was about to complaining about missing his manly voice, because what else could he possibly be complaining to the pony princess about?] I admit I feel much... smaller.