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Beauty is Only Fin Deep
Topic Started: Oct 29 2015, 11:46 PM (332 Views)
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"I swear, these people better appreciate all the work I put into this. You're -sure- this is Gesso Island? No possible way we got blown off-course?"

Laneh didn't even wait for a proper response, still busy tousling and teasing at her hair; it was the normal shade of pale green, but here and there she'd begun to dye portions of it a deeper shade of green, nearer to jade. It was tied back in a severe bun, held in place by a pair of ornate porcelain rods, covered in filigree. All of it had been very expensive, had taken her a lot of time to find, and even longer to get into proper form.

She wasn't dressed in an especially impressive outfit, by most standards. It was little more than a blouse, easily two sizes too big for her, covered in an almost opalescent sheen. But it seemed to run through every color of the rainbow, in the sort of dark greasy way one often noticed when the light hit a pool of oil just right. She wore a dress of red one second, and with the faintest shift of her hips, it changed to orange...and then purple. It was an unsettling, odd display, and on most islands likely would've been more gaudy than anything.

On an island devoid of color, Laneh was hoping it would be the next best thing to a crown.

She finally glanced back at one of her crewmates, a spectacularly gormless man who, if asked his own name likely would've gotten in wrong one time in five. He nodded enthusiastically, letting out a few affirmative grunts, and then clearing his throat with a rather phlemgy sound that made Laneh wince. After spitting it over the side of the boat, he finally managed to string together some words.

"Ayup. Gesso Island. Everything's white there, people say. Somethin' about the rain. If it's colorful, it's valuable. You'll be a fuckin' hit there, fishman or not."

"Or not being the important part. I say it every time we land, but I'll say it one more time. If you bring it up, I'm leaving you on the island. You can make a living, hitch a ride, steal a Den Den Mushi and beg me to turn around to pick you up, I don't care. I don't want it getting out."

"Yah, I get that. Just don't get -why-. Most of your kind are pretty proud, like. Go around shoving it in people's faces. Not that I don't mind if you hide it, yanno. Be a better world if all fishmen just went around keeping it to themselves. But then I guess it'd be kinda awkward if someone found out too late. Like, imagine having a crush on a fishwoman...that'd be fucking weird, finding out you wanted to-"

Laneh moved in a smooth, careful motion, grabbing him by the chin and pursing his lips rather forcefully. Her lips shimmered with a faint, translucent sheen that made them look quite well-suited for any manner of tantalizing things. Except for a faint longness of the face, she could've passed for a strikingly pretty woman. She moved before he could even finish his sentence, much less gather his thoughts, pressing her lips against his in a passionate, almost steamy kiss. His eyes widened and he began to twitch and shiver, seemingly melting into her kiss...until he collapsed backwards, wheezing noisily and staring at his fingers. They were already beginning to tingle, turning blue at the ends.

Laneh, to her credit, was surprisingly calm as she withdrew a syringe from her outfit, filling it slowly, tapping out the air bubbles and squirting a faint bit of maroon fluid onto the ground next to him.

"Is it still weird? The idea of being attracted to a fishman? If it weren't for the poison, you'd probably be feeling pretty damn good right now. I bet that's the first time a girl's kissed you in years." She turned to another of the passing crewmates, pressing a hand against the man's shoulder; he jumped nearly instinctively, hands raising to his face as he waited, as if he were concerned he too would join the unfortunate loudmouth.

"How far are we from the shore? An hour? Hour and a half?"

"Probably two, if we don't get a good headwind. Call it hour and a half to be safe."

"Perfect. Get him on a lifeboat, stick this in his wrist, inject it, and tell him we'll meet him on shore."

The man nodded furtively, glancing around as if concerned that being seen socializing too closely with Laneh might get him some sort of unspoken punishment. He grabbed the near-paralyzed crewmate, dragging him along carefully, before Laneh rose a hand in a halting gesture, squatting down and pressing her lips against his forehead this time, then murmuring in his ear.

"Brush your teeth, scumbag."




Laneh disembarked one hundred minutes later, still dressed to impress, albeit now with a minty fresh smell surrounding her. She rose her hands-one of them, at least, the rest carefully folded about her torso in just such a way as to give her an oddly spherical appearance. Nothing that couldn't be accounted for by a few too many rich meals.

"Good evening, everyone! I'm just here for a few days, to get some supplies and maybe sample some of your wares. I'm sure it'll be a pleasant enough time. Call me Laneh, and by all means don't be shy about calling me. I try to stay easy to get in touch with. Now! The first person to point me in the direction of a nearby inn will get a sizable tip." She tilted her head to the side, a few of her exceptionally, deeply green locks spilling forth to cover her face, and her warm smile.
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Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok PiratesBounty: 75,000,000 • SD Earned: 0/300 • Beli: 35,350,000 • Location: Weatheria
Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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"And that's one...two...three tubes. That should cover it, right?"

A portly merchant was handing small cylindrical objects to another man at the dock, supposedly paying for something. Moco had heard the phrase "Gesso Island" tossed around, but couldn't gather much more information than that. His last bout with slavers was a close call, so the dwarf needed to get out ASAP. It just so happened that a merchant ship was leaving and Moco became a stowaway. It was something he was accustomed to at this point, since for many years he had been traveling on his own. Sure, he had met a few kind souls, but he's also had too many bad instances to take any chances. The best plan was to stay out of sight, do what needs to be done, and move on.

Enacting the "get in, get out" strategy would be pretty hard here though. For now, he managed to remain undetected from the big people by hiding in a crate. A small hole allowed him access in and out, but there was a major problem ahead of him. As he peeked out of the hole, he saw the island they were anchored at. Everything he could see was white. Everything. For a dwarf that thrives by being sneaky, it would be extremely difficult to hide when he was wearing any sort of color. His blue hair certainly wouldn't help either.

"Gotta find a way to blend in..." Moco muttered to himself, pouting and tapping his head as he considered his options. "Maybe I could get a...a...ahhh....AHCOO!" The tiny stowaway sneezed loudly as he peeked outside his hole, then slowly and nervously craned his neck up to see that the merchant and dockmaster were staring down at him. A few awkward seconds of silence went by as Moco was too shocked to say anything, then suddenly bolted. A blue blur zipped between the two humans, on the docks, then reached land and kept going. Moco had no idea where he wanted to go, but it was definitely anywhere away from them.

That damn cold gave away his position again. Moco rubbed his runny nose with the sleeve of his coat, trying to at least make it easier to breathe. His sneezing was the main culprit whenever a stealth mission went awry. Being sick all the time was more of a nuisance than a threat to his life. Any ailment he had was never worse than the common cold, but an abrupt and loud noise can very well be a death sentence for a thief. This is the life Moco chose though, so he came to terms with the dangerous long ago.

After finally running away to the point where he could no longer see the dock, Moco leaned against a tree just outside of town to catch his breath.

"Those big humans...scared me half to death-des."

As the dwarf was just starting to calm down, something smacked him in the face. The unexpected slap was enough to put him on the defensive again, although he immediately lowered his guard when he saw what it was. The projectile was a single white leaf that had fallen from the tree. His adrenaline was still firing on all cylinders, making him a tad jumpier than usual. Moco giggled, amused that such a harmless thing could startle him.

The town was just up ahead and he would need to venture there if he wanted to resupply. The last thing Moco wanted was to be seen by everybody though, meaning he was back to square one. How could he blend in? As he pondered, his eyes wandered down to the giant white leaf next to him.

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After ripping a leaf or two into pieces, Moco was now adorned from head to tail in white foliage. They were tied to him with string, which did an adequate job of masking his colored clothes and striking blue hair. From a favorable vantage point on top of a white roof, the dwarf watched as a plump and colorful woman asking about where to find an inn. An inn would be a good place to find supplies and Moco doubted they would miss much if one or two things were missing, but something was bothering him. Most townspeople stopped to gawk at her, either out of fascination or jealousy. She was literally the center of attention, which made Moco physically uncomfortable as he imagined himself in the same position.

How can she handle that? I guess big humans don't have the same worries as we do...

This thought consisted of genuine confusion with a dash of envy.
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A cacophony of banging pans, sizzling meat, and clanging utensils filled the kitchen of a small restaurant and inn located on the island of Gesso. To the untrained eye, the cooks and food crossing paths and moving in every direction seemed like nothing but chaos. In reality, everything had its place and order after order was successfully being churned out at a rapid pace.

“I need three Gesso specials, a plate of cheesy Rigatoni deluxe, and two orders of smoked oysters,” a powerful, clipped voice barked out. Somehow the owner always managed to be loudest one in the room. Her imposing, no-nonsense nature was perfect for running a business.

“Coming right up!” Unexpectedly, the reply came from a petite teenager with vibrant pink hair. She was currently dressed in a white chef’s outfit that was a few sizes too large. Normally, the sight would have been comical, but right now everyone was much too busy to be cracking jokes. For that, Delia was grateful. She wasn’t in the mood to be friendly, polite, or sociable. Honestly, she just wanted to be left alone.

But regardless of her feelings, Delia still needed to survive. Cooking was something she had always been good at, and it helped take her mind off of the events of the past year. The young chef had managed to trade her culinary skills for room and board so it was a win-win situation. But it was only temporary. She had already been on this island for a couple of days, and sooner or later she was going to have to figure out what her next step was going to be. The Grand Line was a lot different than the Blues she was used to. There was no way she’d be able to get away with sailing along on a tiny boat, drifting wherever the currents took her. At least not without a crew.

Shaking her head, Delia refocused on the task at hand. She had to keep busy. The more there was to do, the less time she had to entertain idle thoughts. If she could just keep herself occupied she would never have to think about… Focus, the pinkette told herself. Special, Rigatoni, oyster. Special, Rigatoni, oyster. Delia repeated the words over and over in her mind, droning out all of her other thoughts. The repeated phrase was like a mantra meant to ward off evil. Only time would tell if it was successful. “Order up!” she called, placing the completed dish in the window.

After the lunch rush, Delia grabbed a quick bite to eat before starting on the dishes. After that, she’d need to prepare for dinner and then actually cook dinner. At least she’d have a small break in between. The young chef wiped away some suds that had splashed onto her face. Cooking in a restaurant was a lot more taxing than just cooking for two. Sometimes it seemed like the work would never end. A small sigh escaped through barely parted lips. Grant, I miss you.
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Laneh hadn't been on land more than ten minutes, and already she was starting to regret her decision. The glances she got seemed to be equal measures admiration, desire, and respect as they were loathing, jealousy, and hatred. Already Laneh could feel herself squirming under their gaze, desperately wondering if her 'disguise' would hold on this new island. It was a gamble each time, that someone would step forward to point out to everyone that they had met a fishman before, and this was certainly one. Laneh had no issue being identified as a fishman, once the time was right...

But being caught in the act of trying to hide it could turn things downright nasty. Even if Laneh had little respect for the law, she had no real reason to start beating people to a pulp over nothing at all. She wasn't going to try and invite more of the same shit that had gotten her dad killed onto her. Laneh was perfectly content to keep her head low-as low as it could go while you were dressed as the equivalent of a duchess, of course- and just get by day to day. She'd wanted to make a big impression, to be the subject of rumors...but she couldn't dare let anyone start looking too closely at the real facts of her life.

She began to glance around the area, her skin carrying the faintest of glossy sheen from her poison, coating her hands. She had no desire to cause trouble, but nor could she paint herself as an easy target off the bat. If one of the local thugs decided to try and mug a rich limp-wristed fop, Laneh was going to show them just how vicious she could get; this time, she wasn't entirely sure she'd even spare a syringe for them. Most of her crewmates were nowhere to be found, likely doing their best to drain the nearest reservoir of alcohol as quickly as possible, and forget all about her. That worked for Laneh, too...she didn't much want to remember those schmucks, either.

She finally managed to slog through the everyday bustle of the town, before she finally came to attention just long enough to notice someone pointing into the distance. She tuned in just long enough to realize they were giving directions, and let her lips curl up into a small smirk. The woman in front of her was somewhat petite, and seemed to have trouble making eye contact, perhaps due to the outfit and perhaps due to her general personality. In either case, the directions were fairly precise, and Laneh was fairly sure the place wasn't more than five minutes away.

Without much hesitation, Laneh withdrew a small pair of shears, and snipped off a piece of her hair. The green hue was deep and rich, and after a second or two of contemplation, Laneh slid a hand into a pocket to withdraw what looked very much like a bottle of dye. She smiled once more, and began to smooth out her hair, making sure the missing locks weren't too noticeable.

"I make my own hair dye. For personal use. It mostly uses seaweed. Shouldn't stain too badly, and I'm sure you can find some good use for it."

The fishwoman began to walk away before any thanks or attempts to refuse the offering could be made, her movements quick and precise, without much caution or concern. She reached the inn in good time, standing outside and shielding her gaze, as she closed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought for a minute or two. She finally opened them, and shouldered her way through the door, in a remarkable display of force. She likely could've pulled instead of pushed, but there was nothing like a bit of intimidation to make sure people gave her a wide berth. The door warped in its frame, hanging off to the side, as Laneh glanced around, her nostrils flaring.

"...I could eat."
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Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok PiratesBounty: 75,000,000 • SD Earned: 0/300 • Beli: 35,350,000 • Location: Weatheria
Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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By jumping from roof to roof, Moco was able to keep tabs on this mysterious woman. Based on the exchange he witnessed with the merchant and the reactions of these people, it seemed like color meant a lot to the locals. The dwarf remained cautious of the woman attracting all this attention to herself, but then he saw an act of kindness. Most would think nothing of giving a stranger some directions. The colorful woman deemed it necessary to not only give a small lock of hair, but also homemade dye.

I've known generous big humans, but it's been a while.

Generous didn't necessarily mean accepting or discrete, so Moco still had no plans to meet this woman. His goal was clear: steal some food and supplies, then bolt. This should be one of his easier excursions, as long as he was wary and alert. In reality though, it was difficult to focus while so hungry. He clutched his stomach as it made an audible growl. Just a little longer... The thief thought as the inn came into view. After quietly dropping down to the ground, Moco decided he would wait until the floofy big human opened the door, allowing him to sneak by. He was once again confused by the woman when she stood in front of the door for a few seconds doing absolutely nothing. Was something wrong? Before Moco could consider what was going on, she suddenly moved forward and forced open the door with her body. There was a moment of hesitation since he was surprised by the random use of brute force, but Moco quickly shook his head and followed her in.

Hopefully everyone's attention was on the woman that had just busted their door, but to anyone that did notice the floor by her feet, they would see a blur of white as Moco rushed in. There was little time to think, so he headed straight for the side of a desk, presumably where someone who checks in the guests. It was busy with people grabbing a bite to eat, although now the place was relatively silent thanks to the loud entrance. She must love being the center of attention. It seemed to happen wherever she went. Ignoring that for now, Moco noticed a waiter poke his head out of a silver door. Through the space of the open door and its frame, the hungry dwarf instantly recognized the kitchen. Without a moment to lose, he dashed along the outskirts of the room and made it inside.

The kitchen was suffering from the same experience as the other room as a few of the chefs and waiters paused to ask what the commotion was all about. Some wanted to see for themselves, while others opted to simply keep their head down and keep working. People who made a noisy introduction were rarely good news. Moco did his best to sneak around, zipping from corner to corner when he believed someone's back was turned. Then the aroma hit his stuffy nose. It was hard for him to smell much, but he could definitely smell that delicious food. Looking up, Moco saw freshly cooked meals simply sitting there in the window. Nobody will miss one of those... This was obviously a lie, but Moco had to think about his own survival as well. He swiftly snagged a plate of rigatoni and brought it behind a few tall pots where he began eating with urgency. As he continued to eat, he also teared up a bit.

"S...so yummy-des!"

During his time stowing away on the merchant's ship, Moco had to get by on mere crumbs. There were too many crewmen around during the day for him to not get seen, especially since they had been on the look out for mice. Then at night, all the food was locked away with a mechanism Moco had no experience breaking into. Living like a vermin surviving off scraps was both humiliating and depressing, but things were kind of looking up. At least he was eating an excellent meal now. Unfortunately, the dwarf did not notice his disguise of white leaves was coming apart after all that running around, causing his blue hair to stick out like a sore thumb.
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The arrival of new customers meant that Delia was back to busily preparing food. Although she had cooked the meals often enough to know them by heart, the pinkette still took her time with each dish. Well, as much time as was feasible. She still had her pride as a chef, but it wouldn’t do to leave patrons waiting hungrily for their meals.

After finishing another dish, Delia brought the food over to the window. Deep purple eyes happened to fall on some food that was also in the window, still waiting to be served. Normally, Delia wouldn’t have given the plates a second thought. But each one of them had been created and plated with all of her skill as a chef, and now something seemed off.

A vein popped out on her forehead as the young chef said in a quiet, sinister tone, “Someone’s been messing with my food.” A quick glance around the kitchen revealed nothing out of the ordinary. But upon closer inspection, Delia noticed vibrant blue hue that was definitely out of place. Grabbing the now ruined plate, the pinkette stalked over to the culprit.

“Hey you! Yes, I’m talking to you. What is wrong with you? I can’t serve this now that you’ve put your grimy hands all in it. You might as well just eat the whole plate now!” With a huff, Delia slammed the plate down in front of the blue-haired stranger whose disguise-making skill was the worst she’d ever seen. Interestingly enough, the girl didn’t spill even a single noodle on the floor. The pinkette might have been angry, but she was never wasteful.

A moment later, a roll of utensils followed the plate of food. “And don’t you dare try eating my food with your hands,” she commanded, menacingly pointing a finger in the culprit’s direction. Having said her piece, Delia immediately began remaking the dish, stealing glances at the stranger every so often.

As she worked, the young chef tried to convince herself that it was better that the food didn’t go to waste. Delia hadn’t done anything like take pity on him because he looked hungry. Just because she knew what it was like to starve didn’t mean that the pinkette would constantly give out handouts. She didn’t even know the guy! And she definitely didn’t care that he’d said that her food was delicious. Nope. Not at all.

Delia’s introspection was interrupted by a loud slamming noise coming from the front of the in. It wasn’t the sound of something breaking or falling, which meant that yet another person couldn’t figure out how to use a door. And this wasn’t first or second time it had happened either. For whatever reason, this inn seemed to attract a lot of odd clientele. She gave a sidelong glance and the mysterious blue haired person. Yup, definitely strange.

In any case, she should be relatively safe here in the kitchen. Hopefully. And if not, she was rather skilled with her knives.
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Laneh glanced around at the room, taking in the remarkable degree of ornamentation and ostentation here...all in white, of course. Anywhere else, on any other island, it likely would've been covered in bright, welcoming colors, splashes of red or yellow or beige. But here, it was all white, inside and out...perhaps from a leak in the roof? Or perhaps the people were just so used to the color, they couldn't spare much of it for simple aesthetics? It was a rather interesting question, and it was one that fled her mind as soon as she saw the looks of fear and anger on everyone around her.

She adjusted her blouse, doing her best to do so without making it too obvious that she was rearranging parts that should've never been there in the first place, then withdrew a container of dye that was a rich, almost overwhelming shade of purple; anywhere else in the world, it would've cost her almost ten million beli for enough to color a bandana. She knew because she'd stolen this bottle from a merchant a few weeks back, when he had gotten a little too close to her boat. She'd overheard his conversations with the rest of his crew, only to break in from the side of the boat, leaving them with a slow but nasty leak as she returned to her own boat. She could only hope its value would be exponentially more here.

"Pardon my intrusion. I got a little impatient, and to be honest I forget sometimes how flimsy construction can be on other islands. Where I came from, everything is made of titanium and seastone."

A bald-faced lie, of course; the construction back home wasn't much better or worse than here, but a traveler was hardly anything if they weren't from some exotic and impossible island that probably never existed or would exist. She'd thought for a few moments about telling others she was born atop an ancient elephant, with a mass of land perilously perched upon its back, but this had been summarily rejected. In her opinion, it just wasn't worth it if it wasn't four elephants, riding atop a turtle.

She could already see eyes glued to the vial, one or two of them licking their lips a bit. Laneh hardly managed to remove her hand before one of the waiters had walked forward, uncorking it with a smooth gesture and rising it to his nostrils. He seemed to inhale for a second or two, then smiled ever so slightly...or at least, Laneh thought that was what had happened. This man looked like he spent his off-days hunting and killing any walrus he ran across, simply to steal their moustaches as sustenance for his own.

"The other guests will no doubt be very concerned. I'll be sure to calm them all, while our staff escorts you to our diner. I'll have our most accomplished chef create your meal."

"Lovely. Just lovely. I was hoping you wouldn't hold this against me too much."
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Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok PiratesBounty: 75,000,000 • SD Earned: 0/300 • Beli: 35,350,000 • Location: Weatheria
Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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The food he had stolen was quickly disappearing into his mouth as Moco was unable to savor the flavor. He was so happy to have a real meal that he was just stuffing it down. Suddenly, there was a loud slam behind him and a female voice began scolding him, startling the poor dwarf. After getting over the minor heart attack, he looked down at his messy hands and then back at the plate the cook had put down. Moco was unsure how to feel. She seemed extremely upset, but was also giving him more food and then even utensils to eat it with. Shame and happiness overcame him at the same time, making the thief feel very awkward. He wouldn't let this food go to waste though, so Moco immediately dug into the rest of the rigatoni dish. This time, he was using a fork. True, the fork was MUCH too large for him, but he tried his best nonetheless. If that chef came back, he didn't want her to be even more angry.

Something else that confused Moco was her reaction. She didn't seem fazed after seeing a three inch person with a hairy blue tail. Nope, she simply treated him like any other thief. Is she not going to tell other people about me...? That would be the worst case scenario, but given that she seemed to be going back to work, Moco probably didn't have much to worry about. In an attempt to pay back this kindness, the dwarf decided he would try to help her. His cooking skills were nonexistent, but he was good at reconnaissance. After finishing the meal and swiftly swiping a napkin to clean off his hands, Moco climbed onto the female chef's shoulder in a single dash.

"Since you helped me, I'm going to help you-des! There's a scary person out there, so I'm gonna go make sure they don't cause trouble for you or this place!"

Moco still couldn't tell if the big lady he had followed inside was nice or bad, but banging up someone's door certainly wasn't nice. She needed to be watched. The dwarf made sure no one else in the kitchen was looking, then jumped off her shoulder and ran back into the main seating area. As he hid behind the leg of a table, spying on the conversation taking place, Moco was stunned. A place made of SEASTONE AND TITANIUM? It was too ridiculous to be true, and yet...she said it...so it had to be! He tried to remember that this woman was a potential enemy and could very well be lying, but at the same time...it was just so convincing.

A magnificently mustachioed waiter began to escort the wealthy woman, prompting Moco to dash from table to table. Hopefully he wouldn't have to intervene at all, but keeping an eye on this suspicious person was the least that he could do after what that nice girl did. Granted, she was yelling at him while she was giving him the food, but actions always speak louder than words.

For the sake of the good big human, I'll watch over the scary big human!
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For the time being, Delia decided to push all the distractions from her mind and focus on the food she was preparing. But that was easier said than done. For whatever reason, something seemed off to her. It was like she had overlooked something important. Honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time. What is it? I made sure to add the garlic and mozzarella. Hmm, the dish looks fine. Maybe it’s something else? Delia shrugged. She’d probably figure it out sooner or later. There was no point in puzzling over a problem she couldn’t solve. As long as the food was alright, nothing else really mattered.

It didn’t take very long for her mystery guest to finish eating. Judging by his speed, the poor thing probably hadn’t had a proper meal in ages. Not that she cared or anything. She was content to blissfully ignore the little thief, but it seemed like he had other plans. What the? Delia was startled by the odd sensation of something running up her arm. Before she had a chance to squeal and brush it off, the thief began talking. He might have said something about protecting her from someone, but the pinkette wasn’t too sure. To be fair, her heart was currently trying to beat out of her chest. Naturally, her focus wasn’t on the conversation.

Delia twitched. Wait a minute. Did he just stand on my shoulder?!? Before Delia could process the information, he was already gone. The pinkette rubbed her eyes before slowly opening them again. By the time she looked up everything was back to normal. Maybe the whole thing was just a product of her overactive imagination. “Doubtful,” the chef mumbled to herself as her eyes landed on the plate still sitting in the corner.

Delia massaged her temples. Apparently, she’d been having a conversation with a pint-sized person and hadn’t even noticed. It was days like these that made her worry about her sanity. “I’d like to just shrug the whole thing off and say I’ve seen stranger things, but I really haven’t,” the chef mumbled to herself. “I guess I haven’t been in the Grand Line long enough yet.” Shaking her head, Delia picked up the plate and resumed cooking.

Before long, Delia received word about a special guest. If she had to guess, it was most likely the one that was causing the ruckus earlier. Apparently, in addition to being loud and extravagant, this person was also rich. Figures. Anyway, the guest had something the owner wanted, so she needed to impress them. Luckily, Delia wasn’t scared of a little pressure. She got to work making a new dish, taking care to use only the best and nicest looking ingredients. Inwardly she cringed at the sheer wastefulness. She’d never cook this way while aboard a ship, but the owner was footing the bill this time. She might as well take advantage of his generosity. Delia rolled up her sleeves and got to work. It was time to create a masterpiece.
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