Stop Grabbing Randomly

Charlos walked over to the wardrobe and pulled open the door.

A figure immediately pounced out and clung to him.

Charlos raised a hand and gently patted Amina on the head.

"Why were you hiding in my wardrobe?"

Amina rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

"Aw, I was worried no one would help you change into your pajamas tonight, so I hid here to wait for you. Hmph, I knew you were hiding something from us."

Charlos spoke helplessly.

"Shouldn't the other one come out too?"

Nico Robin, standing nearby, jumped in surprise, her face filled with panic.

"Huh? Is there someone else in this room?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure slowly descended from the chandelier overhead and landed steadily on the floor.

Charlos looked at Amira, both amused and exasperated.

"Amira, have you gone bad too?"

Amira lowered her head slightly and replied sweetly.

"I haven't gone bad. I was just afraid my sister would get here first."

"All right." Charlos waved his hand. "You two, help her change into some clean clothes."

Amira and Amina looked at Nico Robin at the same time, their faces full of curiosity.

"Who is she?"

"Nico Robin," Charlos said calmly. "She's the main person I came to the West Blue to find this time."

Amina immediately walked over to Nico Robin, circled her three times, and reached out to poke her arm.

"Her? Her skin isn't even that fair. And I think I'm more well-endowed than she is. I've already started developing, while she..."

"Stop!"

Charlos quickly interrupted her.

"It has nothing to do with that. I'm looking for her simply because I want to."

Amina immediately shut her mouth and nodded obediently.

"Oh, I understand."

At that moment, Amira reached out and gently began undoing the old dress Nico Robin was wearing.

Nico Robin hurriedly grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands, her expression flustered.

"W-What are you going to do?"

"Help you change your dress." Amira's voice was gentle. "You should at least change into pajamas first. Otherwise, it'll be very uncomfortable to sleep tonight."

Nico Robin hesitantly nodded. Just as she was about to look up, she suddenly realized something.

"Wait! He's still in the room!"

Amira glanced back at Charlos, who had his back turned to them.

"He's facing away. He can't see."

"But what if he turns around?"

"Then he'll turn around."

"Huh? But..."

Nico Robin turned to look at Charlos. He had shown no intention of turning around from beginning to end.

Amina had already stepped forward and was helping Charlos take off his outer clothes, carefully changing him into pajamas.

Nico Robin's eyes widened. She pointed at Charlos with one tiny finger, her mouth slightly agape and her face filled with shock.

Amina noticed her expression and casually asked, "What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

"No... You mean you sisters help him change clothes every time? You, you two..."

Amira raised a hand, signaling for her to be quiet, and spoke flatly.

"What's so strange about that? He's like this every day."

"Huh? Can't he put on his own clothes?"

"Who told you I couldn't?"

Charlos's voice suddenly rang out, calmly interrupting her confusion.

"I'm very quick at getting dressed. I'm just used to this."

At that moment, Amira took Nico Robin's hand.

"Come take a bath with me first. After that, you can change into your pajamas."

"Oh, okay."

Charlos stretched and walked over to the bed, then naturally slipped under the covers.

Amina quickly followed him in and obediently nestled against him.

A moment later, Amina looked up at Charlos.

"What is it?"

Charlos spoke softly.

"Tell me, why do you always have to hold me like this whenever I sleep?"

Amina giggled and replied softly, "I'm afraid you'll run away."

"Why would you be afraid of that?"

"There's no reason. I'm just afraid you'll run away."

Charlos sighed helplessly.

"All right."

Before long, Amira returned with Nico Robin.

Nico Robin looked at Charlos on the bed and asked tentatively in a small voice, "Are we... sleeping together?"

Charlos nodded.

"Yeah. Is there a problem?"

"Can I have a room of my own?"

Charlos spoke calmly.

"Even if there were an empty room, it doesn't have a bed right now."

"Then... all right."

Nico Robin carefully climbed onto the large bed, slipped under the covers, and deliberately kept as far away from Charlos as possible.

Amira then walked over, lay down on Charlos's other side, and gently settled against him.

Nico Robin stared at the scene before her, her face full of confusion.

"Hey, the bed is obviously so big. Why do the three of you insist on squeezing together?"

Amira slowly answered, "He's restless in his sleep and tends to roll around."

Amina immediately added, "We sleep while holding him to help correct his bad sleeping habits."

Nico Robin tilted her little head, her face filled with novelty.

"Huh? You can correct habits like that? I've never heard of it before."

Charlos slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even.

Nico Robin quietly watched the others and muttered inwardly.

Can people really sleep when they're squeezed together like this?

Just then, Charlos's voice suddenly rang out.

"Amina, where are you touching?"

Amina quietly admitted her mistake.

"Sorry, it's a habit."

"Don't grab things randomly, understood?"

"If I don't hold on, I'm afraid you won't be safe."

Charlos said helplessly, "If you're worried about my safety, then go sleep in your own room."

Amina immediately replied obediently.

"I'm not going back. I promise I won't grab randomly anymore."

Nearby, Nico Robin listened to their conversation, her mind completely clouded.

She gently shook her little head.

Forget it, forget it. Time to sleep.

The room had been quiet for only a moment when Charlos's voice rang out again.

"Amina, that wasn't you this time."

Amira answered softly, "It was me."

Charlos was quite exasperated.

"What are you grabbing at?"

Amira's tone was serious and earnest.

"I'm protecting you by holding you like this."

"Let go."

"No."

"Hurry up and let go. You're affecting me too much like this."

Nico Robin closed her eyes. Not long afterward, her soft, even breathing drifted up from the bed.

Charlos grumbled quietly, "Listen to her. Look how peacefully that little girl is sleeping. Then look at you two—you've been tossing me around so much that I haven't been able to sleep."

Amira and Amina answered softly, "We understand. We'll sleep properly."

Only then did Charlos fully relax and sink into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Rukia knocked on the door.

"Time to get up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed the door open.

The blankets were bulging, and several people were still curled up inside, sleeping in.

Rukia grabbed the feather duster nearby and brought it down hard on the mound on the bed.

"Ow! That hurts!"

Nico Robin suddenly poked her head out from under the covers and locked eyes with Rukia.

"Who are you? I was sleeping so well. Why did you hit me on the butt?"

Rukia looked embarrassed. "I thought you were Charlos. I came to wake you all up."

At that moment, Charlos slowly poked his head out from under the covers.

"Ugh, I didn't sleep well at all last night."

Nico Robin and Rukia exchanged a glance before looking back at Charlos together.

"Why didn't you sleep well?"

"As soon as those two fall asleep, they love grabbing things randomly. One moment they're touching here, and the next they're touching there. I'm starting to wonder if they were born with some kind of special gene."

Just then, a burst of noisy commotion suddenly came from outside the ship.

"Huh? What is it this time?"

Charlos rubbed his sore, bleary eyes helplessly, his face filled with exhaustion.

"Oh, heavens, can't you just let me sleep properly for once?"

With that, he burrowed under the covers and pulled them tightly over his head, intending to catch up on his sleep.

Rukia raised the feather duster in her hand and pointed it at Charlos under the covers, her voice filled with confusion.

"Don't go back to sleep yet! You still haven't told me who she is!"