time for pickin'

[mikandelinquent]

Who: mikangirl, mikandelinquent, the strawhats, and any and all volunteers!!
What: Gonna save us from fothermuckin' fruit from trees. You feel me?
When: The 16th to the 17th!
Where: The mikan grove!
Summary: The snow coming in is doing a bang-up job on our fruits. Cocoyashi ladies don't much appreciate that-come help them, because they are way over their heads at the moment.

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[mikandelinquent]

[Bellemere'll be around all the while. And when the mikan plops down to hit his head she just throws hers back and gives a good laugh. SORRY GOEMON YOU JUST SILLY. :^J]

Not bad, not bad!

[mikandelinquent]

[She finally softens up her laughter, walking over to pick up the mikan that had thumped him on the head to inspect it.] No need to get so red, handsome. I've had a lot of these fall on my skull over the years. They seem to have it out for people.

[mikandelinquent]

Haa, a man who says that will always find a reason to need more training.

Not that that's a bad thing, striving for perfection. Anyone just settling with the skills they got would be a little disappointing, wouldn't they?

[mikandelinquent]

Right next to the room for failure, I imagine. I can't count the amount of times I've fallen flat on my face...

Your world seems to have some pretty smart words of wisdom, though.

[mikandelinquent]

Hm, but you didn't. Why was that?

[mikandelinquent]

I see. So you're bound to it through thick and thin.

[mikandelinquent]

And once a samurai takes his soul out of his sword?

[mikandelinquent]

[She grins.]

I wonder how the ladies feel toward samurai and their bonds.