Morning light slanted through the window into the bedroom, casting diamond-shaped patches on the floor.
Robin stood before the full-length mirror. Arms sprouted by her Devil Fruit ability retrieved clothes from deep inside the wardrobe-thick black thermal tights wrapped her long legs, the zipper of her standard black dress slid shut, and her leather trench coat spread like black wings with her ability's help before settling gently over her outstretched arms.
She tilted her head slightly as three hands gathered her long hair into a neat high ponytail, its ends tracing an arc through the air.
"Mr. Boer, we need to go pick up Thatch's master."
She selected a pair of black-framed glasses from the dressing table and set them on her nose. The diamonds on her silver earrings refracted tiny flecks of light.
As her reflection turned, the hem of her coat flared in ripples. Just then, the mirror caught the figure on the bed-Bill lay nestled beneath the covers, propped on one arm, his eyes following her movements.
Robin rolled her eyes, snatched the black casual clothes draped over a chair, and tossed them squarely over his head.
The instant the fabric fell, a hand emerged from beneath the covers and caught her wrist, pulling her toward the bed with deftly applied force.
She tumbled into the soft bedding, and Boer's arm was already around her waist. His silver-white hair brushed her cheek, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, the sound of his swallow was especially clear in the quiet morning.
"Ro-" he began.
Robin immediately formed a firm X between them with her elbows, her eyes flashing with a look that said she had seen through him long ago. "No."
She struggled upright, her coat belt swinging through the air. "Come on, let's go. Elena will come