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"I'm Yuki Setsuka." She barely registered his anger due to the fact he was smiling. So in return she gave him a cordial smile back. She only knew it as polite to call someone who was clearly above her 'sama'. So she then unintentionally butchers his name.
"Oh Doclamango. I love your smile! Such beautiful teeth!" She was far from flirting. She didn't understand the concept but she knew complements were given. She loved his clothes. Different from everything else she's seen. From spunky sunglasses to the pink extraordinary clothing he wore with such pride. She knew a happy person when she saw one...or did she?
Leaning on the bars of her cell like a bird she climbed the bars to Deflamingo's height so she didn't have to crane her neck. The feathers from her snowy owl hood fluttering to the floor as she rested her hand in her head. Shooting her head out past the bars.
"You need to smile more often like that!" She knew him from what people walking around shore were talking about him. Unbeknownst to him and her they were talking behind his back.
"I know of you because I over heard people at the docks talking about you and how you run the place! But I'm sure with you being so happy! I'm sure you must be running it Alright!" She meant it.
Such immature honesty it was brutal. No doubt she just got thoes people killed with this. So with a huff of her hands a blue flame overtook the bars and froze the cell completely. Hell it even started to snow as she fell back into a pile that sat below her. The bars froze but she didn't break them or try to escape. In fact she felt completely safe in the cell even in the presence of a warlord himself. " pleasure to meet you!"
While the addition of sama to his name felt appropriate and managed to quell his anger a little, Doflamingo was still extremely confused at how casual this person was. Assuredly, they knew who he was. They were even taking the precaution of calling him -sama, an honorific only used for those seen with utmost respect- the title, however, did not fit the behavior he was seeing.
The compliments were welcomed, but useless, too. He couldn’t care less about what this puny little creature thought of his godly appearance. Doflamingo needn’t others to be reassured of his superiority. And would she know him, she would know that he’s always smiling, angry or not. Only few can truly take the smile off his lips. And when he’s frowning, it usually doesn’t last, as his troubles also usually don’t last very long.
So, as she kept talking and explaining why she knew him, Doflamingo listened, blue eyes leering at her with malicious intent. Honestly, he couldn’t understand someone so...obviously simple minded. So simple they used caution in one hand and threw it with the other. It’s only when she started to freeze the cell that his interest was piqued, and unfortunately for her, it was only out of nostalgia for a dear old friend he’d lost.
Monet.
Did that girl inherit the fruit? No. Monet couldn’t make ice, she was a yuki onna, nothing like what this woman was demonstrating. Plus, the blue flame? This was something new.
“Alright Trebol. Let her out.” The slimy man walked toward the jail cell, and produced a key with his sticky-sticky powers, soon liberating her.
“I would say it’s a pleasure, but it has yet to be determined, Yuki. Mind telling me how you got yourself tangled in this mess? Why have my family decided you were worth caging? And also, why are you here?” He meant generally, as in, what was she doing in Dressrossa.
