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Nami considered herself a smart girl, on the whole. She'd mastered the Clima Tact, she'd navigated the whole of Paradise and was doing quite well in the New World. But she'd always felt that old urge from when she had to save every beri. She knew she didn't need to pinch quite so hard anymore, but. Old habits die hard. She hadn't really thought about how bad it was until Robin had asked a perfectly innocent question.
“Nami, have you ever thought about how little you walk around wearing?”
The orange-haired navigator's head had imitated an owl's in how quickly it snapped around to look at Robin. She might have her suspicions of Nico Robin's orientation, but that felt not quite like a come-on. Slowly, Nami asked “And what do you mean by that?”
The last Oharan hummed before she answered “I've noticed you have a habit of wearing, frankly, the bare minimum. Not even underwear under those pants.”
That got a giggle from the orangette, and Nami teasingly replied “Oh, you like this body?”
That got a little hum from Robin, and she answered “Only reason I bring it up is because it seems uncomfortable.”
Now that made Nami blush. She knew the crew tried to look after her, but no one else knew a woman's body and comfort like Robin did. So if she was asking... “I... Suppose I might skimp more than is strictly necessary.” She felt like she was choking on every word she spoke.
The historian hummed and said “Perhaps when we next stop, we can go on a little shopping trip?”
…
“Robin!”
“Yes Nami?” The Oharan turned to look and was pleasantly surprised to see Nami in a t-shirt reminiscent of those she wore two years ago, with her pants held up by one of those charming clip-on belts she'd help Nami find, jet black and easy to use.
“Why did you not tell me earlier how easy and comfortable this was!?”
“What can I say? I'm not blind~.”
“Robin!”