[ The answer forthcoming is cut short when someone's sandalled feet slap down on the transparent roof of the metro-rail car, only to begin sauntering along like he isn't taking a stroll on a stalled out mode of speedy transportation like it's a sidewalk. He stops, shading his eyes with a raised hand, straw hat dangling between his shoulderblades from the little cord around his neck, taking in the surroundings.
People inside the train car are starting to point at him, but he's oblivious to their gawking. He starts to wander back the way he came, and it's on the second such pass that one might conclude that he's absolutely lost.
It's movement inside that funny tube of metal and glass that finally draws his attention, and Luffy lifts a foot to rounded eyes staring down at the familiar long-nosed face of his sharpshooter before he realizes.
Realizes, that is, to the tune of laying down on the roof of the train to squash his cheek against the glass, grinning and shouting in greeting.
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People inside the train car are starting to point at him, but he's oblivious to their gawking. He starts to wander back the way he came, and it's on the second such pass that one might conclude that he's absolutely lost.
It's movement inside that funny tube of metal and glass that finally draws his attention, and Luffy lifts a foot to rounded eyes staring down at the familiar long-nosed face of his sharpshooter before he realizes.
Realizes, that is, to the tune of laying down on the roof of the train to squash his cheek against the glass, grinning and shouting in greeting.
Too bad you can't really hear him! ]