Didn't you just complain that you needed me to protect you? Besides, you owe me for all the trouble you caused.You'd ditch him within 5 minutes.[if he could throw this thing into the ocean and never talk to them again............]
No, I have the correct troublesome individual right here.That speaks of your own skills rather than anything about me.[Part of him wants to be a jerk and just pop up using Room and startle her....but he's a mature Pirate captain and he'd never be so petty.
But he does pop up near enough to (not be seen) quickly close the distance between her in a hurry]
Well? Just what did you have in mind for this great caper?
But he does pop up near enough to (not be seen) quickly close the distance between her in a hurry]
Well? Just what did you have in mind for this great caper?
[He's wary. He's as wary as prey in an open field, having scented a predator downwind. He's used to being the predator and this doesn't bode well.
But Law tolerates the picking, and bluntly puts it this way:]
Knowing them or their wallets? You're always up to something. I think you'd stop breathing if you weren't.
[Minus the hat he'd at least listened to her advice and dressed nicely...more than hoodies or open hoodies, at least. He's ready for anything-- is what he'd like to say. But with the Strawhats, you never can be]
But Law tolerates the picking, and bluntly puts it this way:]
Knowing them or their wallets? You're always up to something. I think you'd stop breathing if you weren't.
[Minus the hat he'd at least listened to her advice and dressed nicely...more than hoodies or open hoodies, at least. He's ready for anything-- is what he'd like to say. But with the Strawhats, you never can be]
[He only stiffens more when she touches him, and for good reason when she reveals his wallet between those manicured fingers of hers. This alliance is going to be the death of him-- it isn't the first nor will it be the last time Law thinks this. He doesn't bother to comically pat his waist as if he can't possibly believe Nami took it!
It's right there. Instead, he tightens his fingers around Kikoku, mouth twisted into a frown that's almost a hiss if he lets his blood pressure get too carried away--]
Give it back. Don't waste my time.
It's right there. Instead, he tightens his fingers around Kikoku, mouth twisted into a frown that's almost a hiss if he lets his blood pressure get too carried away--]
Give it back. Don't waste my time.
[Her reaction, that clear jolt of fear she'd felt, his senses hadn't had to strain for it was so palpable in seconds, hadn't brought him much satisfaction. Law had let himself nearly get carried away, something the Strawhats are good at. But he should be better than stupid near-reactions like this.
He pulls in a deep breath, feels his chest expand, then relaxes. There's no use to this show of force, of intimidation. They're supposed to be allies. Lighten up, Trafalgar. Do you even remember what that's like? (No.) They're here for...fun.
Law doesn't smile, but when he catches up with his longer strides, he does cock a brow at her, his expression schooled and smoothed over into something easier]
It's my specialty.
He pulls in a deep breath, feels his chest expand, then relaxes. There's no use to this show of force, of intimidation. They're supposed to be allies. Lighten up, Trafalgar. Do you even remember what that's like? (No.) They're here for...fun.
Law doesn't smile, but when he catches up with his longer strides, he does cock a brow at her, his expression schooled and smoothed over into something easier]
It's my specialty.
[Seeing her relax is catching, apparently. Law's shoulders droop just the slightest from her teasing, and he stays at her side, matching his strides with hers. his gaze flickers from the seedier sights (not uncommon, this isn't a field trip, after all) and then to the invitation.
That summons up some memories. Didn't this all start with another kind of auction? He lets out a sigh, more of a huff of almost laughter-- a lot of almosts, here. almost missed it, almost got off scot-free, almost died.]
And trouble. [confirmed in the sparkle in her dark eyes] What makes you think someone won't recognize us despite the nice duds?
[he's not leaving, though. he knows she has to have something better in mind than just free booze and finger food]
That summons up some memories. Didn't this all start with another kind of auction? He lets out a sigh, more of a huff of almost laughter-- a lot of almosts, here. almost missed it, almost got off scot-free, almost died.]
And trouble. [confirmed in the sparkle in her dark eyes] What makes you think someone won't recognize us despite the nice duds?
[he's not leaving, though. he knows she has to have something better in mind than just free booze and finger food]
[Charming as he is, he's not fond of seeing his hat on her head, as cute as she seems to think she is. Frowning at her, he quickly utters a silent room and gestures with one hand to bring his precious hat back to him. Understanding the need to be inconspicuous, he stuffs it into the inner pocket of his jacket.
How does that big fluffy hat fit-- ...devil fruit magic? Who knows. But he's satisfied, clearly.]
My fashion is fine. I'm not looking to walk the runway like some people I know. Tell me more about this thing you've dragged me into.
How does that big fluffy hat fit-- ...devil fruit magic? Who knows. But he's satisfied, clearly.]
My fashion is fine. I'm not looking to walk the runway like some people I know. Tell me more about this thing you've dragged me into.


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