Suuuuper short.

"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~!" Luffy stretched the word out as long as her lungs would allow which, given the situation, was not as much as it could have been. Not what Nami had in mind, but she wasn't going to complain.

The captain of the Strawhat Pirates, yet unbountied, on their newly acquired boat, was squirming around on the ground of the aft deck, at the feet of her navigator.

"No, Luffy. You're keeping it on."

She flopped around some more, tugging at her vest. "It's too tight! I'm gonna suffocate! It's squeezing my ribcage apart. I'm gonna implode!" She finished dramatically, giving a particularly vicious tug on the elastic clothing beneath her shirt.

"Stop that! That quality isn't easy to find, you know!" Nami exclaimed, swatting at Luffy's hands.

Luffy remained quiet for some time, staring up at the clouds, and Nami dared to think she had let it go when the captain lifted her hands as if to frame a picture.

"'Future Pirate King: Cut Down In Her Prime By Underwear.'" She recited.

She got a heel to the face for her trouble.

Nami straightened her newspaper with a snap, "Quit whining, you'll get used to it. Besides, if it can hold up to your Balloon then it will have done its job. If it snaps you can stop wearing it." There, she thought, that should hold her.

"GUM GUM-"

"NOT HERE!"

Luffy skipped away around the corner and was shortly followed by loud cursing, chemical explosions, and groans of dismay but, alas, no ripping of cloth.

Nami smirked at her paper. I should have bought a dozen more.

This is probably more sass than Luffy would give, but... eh.

Ah, yes. This is still alive. I have part of a chapter for Robin, if she will cooperate and stay IC long enough for me to finish… heh, I'm having a lot of trouble with her lately, if you're reading Siblings.