Zaafira: it... was... lovely talking to me...?! *shook* ... okay, I won’t stab you again.

Zaafira: hahaha! My mother... taught me! *stands back up*

Zaafira: so does that mean you can bend like this? *bends all the way back (like Inosuke did, idk-)*

Zaafira: ITS FINEEEEE- B U T, how the heck you BEND like that-

Zaafira: *chokes in Arabic*

Zaafira: ... oof, uhh...*tries to change the subject* You have a funny accent. I’ve never heard it before-

Zaafira: *hides in a corner* ... It’s fine... just don’t touch me again, please. I don’t like it-

Zaafira: *Stares at him with a look of fear* N-NOBODY CAME, NO ONE!! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME–

Zaafira: ooohhh... oof... Can I help? I got nothing better to do.

Zaafira: ... ._.’

Zaafira: ... umm... ya good?

Zaafira: yooo, Polnereff! You’re finally awake!

Zaafira: ... *grabs a marker and draws a mustache on Wycleff* heheheh...

Zaafira: haha... *stares* ... uhh... well now I have nothing to do... um... *gets bored in Arabic*

Zaafira: oops... well too late now.

Zaafira: Wycleff, you’re tired, I can see it in your face. I can fix that, though! *stabs him on his side with her tail barb* don’t worry, it doesn’t kill you, surprisingly!

Zaafira: Hey, Cliff, you look tired... err...

Zaafira: okaaayyyy... *watches him* ...

Zaafira: Oh, who’s the certain someone? *looks around*

Zaafira: not miss Zaafira, just Zaafira! g e t. I t. R i g h t. But yes, it’s me.