Trafalgar Law
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deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
⠀ 𝙎ʊʀɢɛօռ օʄ ɖɛ𝘢ȶɦ
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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.
omeral.bsky.social
@deadlysurgeon.bsky.social

"Oh~ my handsome captain is around I hear..." They peek into the galley, wondering if he's having dinner there tonight.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
"...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."
bluedtamara.bsky.social
"Just wanted to pop by and check on ya"

Tamara sits down next to him

"Doing ok captain?"
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
"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?"
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
"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?"
bluedtamara.bsky.social
"Hey, what's up with that look?"

She tilts her head at the surgeon
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
A slow blink back... and the ominous undercurrent that he might have forgotten about something.

He's not the type to wave really.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
A slow blink back... and the ominous undercurrent that he might have forgotten about something.

He's not the type to wave really.
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mugiwara-sencho.bsky.social

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offirefists.bsky.social

⠀ ⠀ 火拳のエース | 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝒸𝑒
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
"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.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
someone else? Was this a mistake? An accident?

The flitting thought of poison dancing in the back of his mind, never able to fully be shaken out.

"...Don't tell me what to do." Is what finally bubbles out. But the bowl isn't turned away or rejected.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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 ++
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
Things don't need to be amazing, just edible. Nevermind the surprising amount of foods that can solve medical issues. Tasty or otherwise."
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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. ++
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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.
omeral.bsky.social
Omi sits near him with a cup of coffee and a sketch book. They can't help glancing toward him occassionally.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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?"
swirlbrows.bsky.social
clears her throat, seating herself with two steaming mugs of coffee.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
"...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.
playboycook.bsky.social
Swirling over with a tray in hand, he placed a cup of tea down beside of him.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
( 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. )
portadinfierno.bsky.social
( 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 )
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
back together afterwards.

( Law doesn't look up from his own stomach, fingers raised and gentle as he scans the organ. A light pinch of the air, an attempt to purge his illness just like he had done a decade ago for something far more serious.

It works. In tiny, dust-like clumps forming. )
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
to sing without much thought. With a flick of wrist, to lop off that reaching hand in the middle of the forearm where Ace's grabby little paw then floats, harmless as ever and unharmed in turn. )

I believe I said to not touch. Play with your hand for a bit if you need something. I'll put you ++
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
( 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 ++
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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.
nitoryuwadoyaiba.bsky.social
Is he performing magic trick?
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
helps to disarm the surgeon's more prickly side the longer he goes.

There's still a high amount of suspicion at the blond on why he agreed to help. But it's not poisoned.

Even if it was, it wouldn't be the first or last time Law would have dealt with that.

"I didn't expect you to be the cook."
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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 ++
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
( She only earns a tired blink. )

If you insist.
swirlbrows.bsky.social
it’s an upset stomach, i’d 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 nobody would resort to drastic measures. and no, i don’t know you well. 💢

( clears throat pointedly. ) maybe you should try it.
deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
You clearly do not know me that well if you think I wouldn't.

...

...tea is a possible solution, yes.