[It might be... depending on what kind of cheese it is? Law stuffs the mandarins into his bag.
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Mister Strawhat is here and, no, he will not permit a chance that certain information about his brother's demise reaches his ears. He gave his word, and though he owes you, there are more important things to think of. He will not risk a chance of Amazon Lily repeating itself.
... he is a man of honour in the end, and would you find it surprising that still, in his way, he continues to protect him, his rival?
Maybe, maybe not. Marines and Pirates rarely understand each other's point of view. Law idly draws his scarf over his mouth and nose. He wore no identifying symbols of his true nature today and for that he is glad. He smiles into the produce bin, but that is merely a grim stretch of lips over teeth.
His gloved fingers splay. He hears you, Coby, he hears you, from the squeak of your shoes to your breathing, and triangulates your position that way.
Mouths the words 'Room' and 'Shambles' silently. Just a touch of power... just enough not be detected or seen... but...
Cause an almightly crash in another part of the store. Away from him. Away from the door. There's nobody there (Law knows from his sense of the space there) but won't you investigate anyway, helpful Marine you are? There could be someone hurt back there, someone you didn't notice browsing the isles.
Law will be out the door once you go to investigate, as fast as he can and to the roof. To watch.
We are not having this meeting while he's stuck in the produce bin. That would just be embarrasing. -_-;]
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Mister Strawhat is here and, no, he will not permit a chance that certain information about his brother's demise reaches his ears. He gave his word, and though he owes you, there are more important things to think of. He will not risk a chance of Amazon Lily repeating itself.
... he is a man of honour in the end, and would you find it surprising that still, in his way, he continues to protect him, his rival?
Maybe, maybe not. Marines and Pirates rarely understand each other's point of view. Law idly draws his scarf over his mouth and nose. He wore no identifying symbols of his true nature today and for that he is glad. He smiles into the produce bin, but that is merely a grim stretch of lips over teeth.
His gloved fingers splay. He hears you, Coby, he hears you, from the squeak of your shoes to your breathing, and triangulates your position that way.
Mouths the words 'Room' and 'Shambles' silently. Just a touch of power... just enough not be detected or seen... but...
Cause an almightly crash in another part of the store. Away from him. Away from the door. There's nobody there (Law knows from his sense of the space there) but won't you investigate anyway, helpful Marine you are? There could be someone hurt back there, someone you didn't notice browsing the isles.
Law will be out the door once you go to investigate, as fast as he can and to the roof. To watch.
We are not having this meeting while he's stuck in the produce bin. That would just be embarrasing. -_-;]