[Yeah, okay, Perona's pretty sure this is her stupid marimo just by looking at him - and feeling the sudden, insatiable urge to kick him and hit him repeatedly with her rolled up parasol. She makes a face, as various thoughts come to mind on just what to do or say to the little mosshead. She should...probably take him back to the Strawhats... Too bad she doesn't know where they live. Fuck it all.
OH WELL, better to just, y'know, roll with it.]
...You have sticks in your hair, little on--boy. Are you lost?
[Action] /lifts backtagging...weights...idek
OH WELL, better to just, y'know, roll with it.]
...You have sticks in your hair, little on--boy. Are you lost?