[Oh, hello. This seems way more interesting than the movie, to be perfectly frank. Perona herself just escaped from her own perverted, paddle toting robot, and is very calmly avoiding more conflict by using her ghostly devil fruit powers to hover above the theater. Bastards can't get her up here...at least for a few hours, that is.
Her attention is turned toward the ruckus down below and a malicious grin spreads on her face. This is delicious, and far more satisfying a show than anything this crappy theater can produce. She snickers quietly, seated as if the air itself were a luxurious recliner, and leans her cheek against one hand. They should have advertised something like this.
Theater V.
Her attention is turned toward the ruckus down below and a malicious grin spreads on her face. This is delicious, and far more satisfying a show than anything this crappy theater can produce. She snickers quietly, seated as if the air itself were a luxurious recliner, and leans her cheek against one hand. They should have advertised something like this.