"Hey baby, what you gotta say?"
"All you're giving me is fiction"
"Really?", she looked at Nami with her eyebrows raised.
"All you're giving me is fiction"
"Really?", she looked at Nami with her eyebrows raised.
Nami grins and nods. “Yeah, i like it!”
"That is cool", she grinned as she showed a little canine in her smile.
Nami smiles and starts vibing.
"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time"
"Wanna be friends?", she smiled.
"I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks"
"Wanna be friends?", she smiled.
"I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks"
Nami grins. “Hell yea ha girl!”
She held out her hand for a high five.
"It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her"
"It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her"
Nami hive fives Cici, pulling her closer as she starts dancing, having lots of practice. “Come, dance with me!”
She giggled, "Alright, alright!"
"And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit chat
Take me to your love shack"
"And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit chat
Take me to your love shack"
Nami rocks her hips while bobbing her head as she puts her arms in the air.
"Mama's always gotta back track
When everybody talks back"
She chuckled and began tapping her feet.
When everybody talks back"
She chuckled and began tapping her feet.
Nami smiles, her eyes bright with happiness.
She held out her hand towards Nami.
"Hey honey, you could be my drug
You could be my new prescription
Too much could be an overdose"
"Hey honey, you could be my drug
You could be my new prescription
Too much could be an overdose"
Nami takes her hand, twirling i a circle. “This is so much fuuun!”
"I know", she howled out in laughter.
"All this trash talk make me itchin'
Oh my, my censored
Everybody talks, everybody talks"
"All this trash talk make me itchin'
Oh my, my censored
Everybody talks, everybody talks"
Nami bends over, laughing as she gulps in air. “C-crap, i can;t breathe… to much fun…”
"Sit down, girl", she led Nami to the booth.
Nami si still laughing g as she falls into the booth, the music fading in volume as she loses control of her quirk. “Oh, i haven;t had that much fun in a while. I’m glad i met you”
Desert is currently in the corner painting on a snall sheet of paper, just painting the bsr around her
"Me too, Hon", she sat in the booth, "Rest your quirk."
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