If there is one thing Perona does well, it’s throw tantrums.
The one she threw upon exiting onto the streets was loud and obnoxious, as one would expect of someone so childish. She has probably stood in front of that door for an hour, kicking it with platform boots and demanding to be sent home...or whichever place she could truly call home at this point. Moria’s ship, Mihawk’s castle, anywhere that wasn’t this dirty, smelly city full of filth and no familiar faces as far as the eye can see.
After her feet had grown sore and lungs had followed, only one course of action could be taken. She needed something to calm her nerves, and nothing would be more acceptable than sugary sweets. She considered herself fortunate to have beli in her pocket and a cake shop around the corner, but she would not consider herself fortunate for the bout of luck that followed. One clumsy foot stomping on her own, and there was a mess of white cream and strawberry on the sidewalk. Precious pastry pieces lay in disaster, never to touch her lips again.
“You big dunce!! Idiot! Moron!” Perona balls her fists accompanying a teary-eyed look of frustration, shoulders shaking at the combined sources of unhappiness that had managed to gather up in the past hour. She didn’t deserve this, dammit.
“I spent all my Beli on that! You have to buy me a new one, right now! Before they’re all gone!”