Ah, the Thousand Sunny. His pride and joy. There was nothing quite like sitting on the grass of her deck, bare-legged with hair pricked by the wind while he messed around with his robotics. Small digits from compacted hand in his base palm work tirelessly against a tear in the opposing arm, attempting to reconnect what look to be fraying wires. To penetrate Franky’s body was no easy feat. That is, for everyone else. Slicing the metal plating with his own strength, however, was something that happened from time to time. Clumsy. Rightfully deserved, having been caused by his own over-exertion in trying to show off the bladed accent he was looking to add to a future vehicle of some kind .
How lucky it was to have such friends to look after you. Perhaps she pitied him. Or, perhaps, there was a bit of remorse for the fact that Anita was the one he was primarily putting on a show for. But running errands at the risk of losing all functionality in an arm due to damaged wiring wasn’t the wisest idea. He was lucky to have her go out in his place. Attention entirely on the details and working fervently to replace any, it only breaks at the sound of a body climbing up the sides of the Sunny’s hull .
❝ Owh! Anita, you’re back!! ❞ For the first time in what feels like an hour, glossy black eyes peer from wires to her face. ❝ You brought the cola I asked for, right? It feels like I’ve been at this for a superrr long time! I haven’t had a break since I started . ❞ //: @bearxclaws starter call!! { ★ }