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museum curator ・art historian modern au nico robin penned by: http://Kat.%E2%99%A1%CC%B7%CC%B7%CB%8E%CB%8A%CB%97
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once they were all settled down, she made her way over to their teacher. just quietly lingering. she wasn’t much of a fan of small talk, never one to strike up a conversation first.
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“alright, the cafeteria is coming up. we’re all going to sit down and have a little rest, some water and maybe a snack or two if you’re hungry before lining up again and going upstairs. okay? remember to keep using your inside voices.”

mormohistoria.bsky.social
moving through the first level of the museum was easy enough, and surprisingly most of the children were still engaged and interested in what she was saying—— most would usually start losing focus by now, overcome with boredom.

mormohistoria.bsky.social
watching the feisty gremlin of a child grumbling after his teacher had silently reprimanded him for not listening to the simple instruction of using inside voices during their visit. robin was used to witnessing teacher-student interactions of the sort, this one as cute as the rest.

mormohistoria.bsky.social
he so pleased but her attention was focused mainly on the children. trying her best to keep the boredom away whilst teaching them about history.
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since she needed to hold all of their attention, she kept her explanations short, concise and threw in a silly fun fact here and there just to keep them engaged before moving on to the next.

their teacher was free to read more about the piece from the pamphlet if

mormohistoria.bsky.social
crouching down at the start of the line and holding out the pamphlet to the first in line. pointing towards the first statue just off to the right, instructing him to go wait there for everyone else. she repeated the process for each one until they were all surrounding the art piece.

mormohistoria.bsky.social
his presence. smiling and waving to all the excited little bundles of joy.

“hi everyone! i’ll be your tour guide today, you can call me ms. robin, and raise your hands if you have any questions. i have stickers for everyone who plans on being in their best behavior today.”

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towering over the excited and rambunctious children, heels noisy against the wooden floors, robin had made her way to the group with pamphlets in one hand and stickers in the other.

once she had located the adult in charge of the group, she gave him a little nod just to acknowledge

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𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.

One Piece Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Modern AU Portrayal.

#Reckless
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#akumanofleur has posted on instagram.
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Kat.♡̷̷ˎˊ˗

to change her fc or not to change her fc 🤔
mormohistoria.bsky.social
“tell me everything. what’s his name? what’s he like? where’d you two meet?”
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he’s looking to be in a relationship . . i don’t want anything one-sided.”

shrugging her off and leaning forward, turning the tables onto her best friend and her love life now. curious as ever, it was a miracle this black cat was still alive.

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eyes narrowed, index finger raised and swaying from right to left a a warning.

robin leans back, weight resting comfortably on her palms when she starts to take her words into consideration, “i don’t know nami, i don’t want to rush things. he seems like a great guy but i don’t even know if

mormohistoria.bsky.social
“well, he’s pretty. really pretty—— in my eyes at least. i don’t think he’d appreciate me sharing his instagram with you, and don’t you even think about going on stalking my following to find him.” starting off at a shy rambling tone before switching to a more serious one.

thievishcat.bsky.social
really like him."
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so at ease and confident.”

downing the rest of her drink after giving him a gentle and friendly pat on the shoulder—— a job well done.
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laughing and rolling her eyes at his silly little gesture. from their brief interactions, she had figured out that he was a decent man, and perhaps would eventually become a good friend.

“well, you’re certainly very good at it—— i don’t think i would be able to go up on stage and be

culinaryblaze.bsky.social
- well I am happy to have been of help on that way! I had a really great time on stage. It’s one of my favorite things. I can just be myself and express it through the music.”
mormohistoria.bsky.social
she was also just giggling at her own morbid words. )
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your bones would make for lovely furniture. i would use your spine to make a lamp, your arms and hands for a chandelier, and your ribs, pelvic bone and legs for a lovely recliner that hugs back.

( the little touch of his fingertip against her cheek makes her giggle, but

mormohistoria.bsky.social
yes, but then i won’t be able to converse with you . . and that would be a very boring time on earth . . to not be able to converse with the one person you seek to talk to . .

( smiling as she gently brushes his hair out of his eyes, fingertips lingering along the warmth of his skin. )

mormohistoria.bsky.social
pulling him in for a sweet kiss. the pink in his cheeks making him simply irresistible. she then pulls away to swap out the record playing for a radiohead album. )
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( pouting, as she returns the soft kiss. fingertips indulgent as they press into his chest. )

it’s not like mine wants to stay either . . it just wants to out, and wants to be in your hands . . if only there was a way for that to happen . .

( giggling as she closes the gap between their lips,

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( blues remain fixated on his eyes, even if her face was burning hot, and she was feeling extremely shy. brows knitting together as she inhales sharply. )

you can’t possibly fit inside my bones, law . . we might be the same height, but your skeletal structure is simply larger than mine.

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his almost melancholic state and perks up at the mention of her bike. and the prospect of impressing the cute girl in question with it.

“there’s a lot about me that you don’t know, ace . .”