Mun needs a refresher~

[thetruehistorian]

[It's cold out, but the blaze roaring in the firepit of this cozy tavern more than compensates. This particular tavern is furnished with plump couches and coffee tables on the second floor balcony; a bar, a few dining tables, and an open space for dancing in front of a small stage (generically set for any band they might convince to play) on the ground floor. Robin's curled up in the corner of one of the couches, watching the people down below. She's midway through her first tankard- still- and while she may or may not have arrived with company, she is currently alone. Feel free to chat her up, get in a barfight downstairs, get smashed on cheap booze and hot wings, whatever! Open world, open log, go crazy!]

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[fierybluebird]

Sorry...

[Attempts to unscramble while looking up at the man above.] Somehow I wasn't expecting an optical illusion.

Hello Mister. [Yup, chases a random guy through catacombs and expects an explanation from him. Marco is Whitebeard's son, he'll do what he wants.] What are you doing here?

[Back to Robin, he offers her a hand up and tries not to fuss too much despite his usual mothering instincts.] You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?