[LOG] We are no more than candles burning in the wind.

[ishikawa_juusan]

Who: Vivi and Goemon.

What:  Rescued from pirate captivity on the 27th, Goemon is recovering from his wounds while in Chopper's Infirmary. Stuff ensues. Most likely talking, and interpreting awkward silences.

When: Let's say sometime between June 30th and July 6th.

Where:  The Thousand Sunny, of course.

Status: Closed, ongoing.

[I 'borrowed' Chopper for

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[I found a blushing Vivi icon last week, if you're interested.]

[ishikawa_juusan]

Goemon’s eyebrows shot up at her greeting - between soaking in sleep and being absorbed in his thoughts in his waking moments, he had not even realized she had been in the same room, and was both surprised and gut-wrenchingly guilty that anyone, more so a woman of blue blood, would willingly inconvenience themselves this way to…

He dragged his eyes upwards to meet hers, searching that gaze heavy with weariness and empathetic pain which had settled deep, like the sediment at the bottom of a pond. Vivi’s appearance struck a bittersweet chord inside him. As much as her presence had the power to warm the innermost part of him, she now looked as weary and disheveled as himself. Heaven forbid she got sick, neglecting herself - he was indebted to her.

“...It could be worse.” He replied hoarsely, his sullenness tinged with a wry optimism that seemed to invite a tired smirk; his lips, however, didn’t quirk upwards at the corners. There was no sense in trying to hide now from a woman of keen intuition. “But Chopper has told me the wounds will heal well." He hesitated for a moment, blinking thoughtfully before adding, "You should rest.”