Gin didn 't really know what to say.

Anne huffs, tucking her hands into the pockets of her new, magenta overalls, the skirt coming right at her knees where the striped socks began. Gin tried not to look at the rabbit print on the chest pocket. He 's not so sure why she went with that gray-striped shirt-- oh, it matches her socks-- but she 's still wearing Sanji 's stupid blue hawaiian shirt over it

why didn 't she just throw that thing away, it 's atrocious.

Her apple beret and all her jewellery just-- somehow-- completed the look for her.

Well, at least she looks good.

'Can we set those shoes on fire? ' Gin says, staring at her torn and stained red sneakers.

Anne immediately replies, completely serious, 'can I set

you

on fire? '

Gin bought those for her five years ago. She 's

annoyingly