Dinner is being had, a bowl before him and a paper in hand, reading over the inane ramblings of whatever gossip fills the World Economy News Paper today. The bowl is filled with a hardy rice and meat stew that's lazily being consumed. "...flattery will get you nowhere." Law idly hums back.
ৎ୭MI@omeral.bsky.social · last yr.@deadlysurgeon.bsky.social "Oh~ my handsome captain is around I hear..." They peek into the galley, wondering if he's having dinner there tonight.
"...I might be sick," he confesses with a small frown. "Though minor symptoms conclude if I am, I am no longer in the stage of contagion. Most likely, at least." Law wants to sink a little, to hide, the notion of curling up somewhere highly desirable to him at the moment. "It's a sore throat."
🖤Blue D Tamara🖤@bluedtamara.bsky.social · last yr."Just wanted to pop by and check on ya" Tamara sits down next to him "Doing ok captain?"
"Tired, I suppose." Law hums back with a light grunt. He's certain he's forgotten something now, but it mustn't be important if it's slipping from him. "Did you need something?"
🖤Blue D Tamara🖤@bluedtamara.bsky.social · last yr."Hey, what's up with that look?" She tilts her head at the surgeon
A slow blink back... and the ominous undercurrent that he might have forgotten about something. He's not the type to wave really.
🖤Blue D Tamara🖤@bluedtamara.bsky.social · last yr.Waves at @deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
⠀ ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜ ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦ ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱ ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶ 𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ 𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀ 🏴☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣
࿐ 🍖𝅙𝅙𝅙𝅙𝅙 𝕸𝖚𝖌𝖎𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖆⁀ᰔᩚ@stretchysencho.bsky.social · last yr.
"Going to call the marines?" A smirk. Gold eyes like coins themselves glance over. The more common ones are slipped into a different pocket but a few rare, or ones Law just found appealing, are subtly slipped into the inner band of his hat. Tucked away for safe keeping to be dealt with later.
Not wanting the pain of soup all over him, tattooed hands move on reflex. The bowl accepted, even if Law was completely unprepared for... whatever this was. He's not against udon. Chewy as they were, it's a more than filling meal. And while he wants to question hows and whys. Why him? Why not ++
Easy enough for that hatted head to nod in understanding. He too had a grasp of what it meant to have to cook for others. It had been something he had, had to do even at such a young age for someone much, much older than himself. "Understandable. Cooking for survival is a good skill to have. ++
It's peaceful. Docile. The sun makes for a nice day, the breeze cool and comfortable. And Law is unperturbed by her presence at the table with him. A lazy bite of cake here and there, but he's wrapped up in the text held in tattooed hands.
ৎ୭MI@omeral.bsky.social · last yr.Omi sits near him with a cup of coffee and a sketch book. They can't help glancing toward him occassionally.
Gold eyes lift at the noise to blink slow. Law's able to read cues enough. The book gently closing to be laid aside in favor of accepting a cup of coffee, as if he'd reject coffee of all things. It feels like a strange date. "...Are we splitting the cake?"
𓏲 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ๑ ˚.@swirlbrows.bsky.social · last yr.clears her throat, seating herself with two steaming mugs of coffee.
"...Thank you." Because someone at least raised him with manners, taciturn as he could be. The book is set aside, dog-eared, to turn his full attention to the tea and cake. Sweet, sour, and laced with lemon, it's... "Perfect..." Exactly what he enjoys.
𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲 𓂃ㅤ˚ ໑@playboycook.bsky.social · last yr.Swirling over with a tray in hand, he placed a cup of tea down beside of him.
( It's a sigh. Even though Law would say he's just breathing, the low, deep breath in through his nose and out again is a sigh. He's not surprised. He does, however, take a single bite of the cake first before sliding the plate at Ace. Knowing it's a lost cause. )
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩 @portadinfierno.bsky.social · last yr.( eyeing the cake, and then the back of his hat. . then the side of his face ) ( slowly sliding in beside him ) . . . can i try that ( manners, ace. this man is the serious, grumpy sort )
( In the ROOM, Law is aware of everything. Himself, Ace. Where both start and stop and begin and end, down to a cellular level. He's aware of all they have on their persons, of the ground under them and what's further under the ground as well. Law simply just knows. It's how that sword is able ++
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩 @portadinfierno.bsky.social · last yr.liver bobbing off to his right )
Law does, eventually, slink away into some alley. That massive sword tucked into the crook of an arm and starting to pick through all he's stolen. Buttons and of the like tossed away without care, while his desired prize of coins held up to the light of the sky as gold eyes scrutinize their worth.
If he were not using it to steal, it would probably be considered a magic trick, sure. But Law is most interested in interesting things of circular shape with a few passing glances and nothing more. Loading up his pockets to be picked through later.
𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙪 𝙈𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙖@nitoryuwadoyaiba.bsky.social · last yr.Is he performing magic trick?
Wandering around, wrapped up to his nose in a high collared coat. ...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
Law gives a small sigh of exasperation, as if it were a chore when he'd half asked for it all without asking. But he doesn't eat. Small and slow and measured while content to hunch over the bowl and keep his sword tucked into the crook of an elbow. It's... good. In it's own way. Domestic. And ++
You clearly do not know me that well if you think I wouldn't. ... ...tea is a possible solution, yes.
𓏲 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ๑ ˚.@swirlbrows.bsky.social · last yr.how... masochistic. i doubt you’re serious about taking out your stomach, but some tea might help settle it.
It still feels like a debt owed in Law's eyes, even if they've squared it away that it isn't. With a breath, food is accepted, a muted grumble before taking a bite as he does like he claimed he would. Nibbling on it. Slow and mindful. But eating it all. There's no thanks given, not spoken at ++
Gold eyes become a dubious glare, "...this feels like a trap."
ৎ୭MI@omeral.bsky.social · last yr.Shrugging, she outs her hands out. "Take my paws~ I'll take the punishment."
I'm not an idiot to accidentally eat bread. This was intentional. Regrettably.
𓏲 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ๑ ˚.@swirlbrows.bsky.social · last yr.did you accidentally eat bread or something?
Seems they both have standards. The medic in Law similar in the sense of a weird duty to help. While he'd like to hoard his own favors for gambits that would help him later... "...I suppose this makes us even for your thanks then." He finally sighs and hides more in his hat at his own softness.
( they're both a little unhinged aren't they? Either way it doesn't stop Law from drawing that massive sword and turning it on himself. The angle odd, and with both diaphragm and liver to move out, they float harmlessly around as he finally gets to his stomach. ) There you are... now. What is it...
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩 @portadinfierno.bsky.social · last yr.( he's very curious, since he's only heard about his powers and never seen them in person. and he's the last thing from squeamish ) ( brown eyes fix on his middle even as the air about them takes a blue sheen )
"Speaking candidly, I was expecting to be told to just suffer and deal with it." Law remarks back, even as a small wrinkle of distaste curls at his nose and lip. "I hate owing favors. But it seems you have gained one from me for all this."
... I expected this from myself but not you. ( scrunch of face and his usual resting bitch face frowns a little. A shrug and brings up a ROOM instead. ) No fingers in organs. While pain isn't present touch is still felt.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩 @portadinfierno.bsky.social · last yr.( putting his hands promptly behind his back as he smiles ) you got it-- i'll be quiet as a mouse, you won't even know i'm here!
A slow blink, eyes following, but Law simply settles to be comfortable. Their secret is most certainly safe between the two of them. As if Law would ever breathe word that he indirectly asked for help. "...you're surprisingly accommodating. I expected... not this."
"I prefer to claim I was persuaded to eat some and regret it completely. I can't fault people for my reaction but it would make me feel better to steal hands."
ৎ୭MI@omeral.bsky.social · last yr.She giggles, "You chose to eat it, huh~?" "I don't take back my answer~ Everyone knows not to prank you..." he's squinting towards Shachi & Pen.
