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deathsdoctor) wrote2010-12-18 10:33 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2010-12-18 10:33 pm
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[Blissfully unaware of Admirals stalking the village in search of him, Trafalgar Law is taking a few hours away from nosing around the village and through the journals... though it’s still open – he likes to listen to the background noise from the book. Today he must attend to some of life’s tedious domestic necessities. Mainly cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and sitting down on the couch to alter some new shirts and sweaters to accommodate his wings.
Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.
Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]
… it’s really going crazy out there…
[… a really uneasy feeling.]
Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.
Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]
… it’s really going crazy out there…
[… a really uneasy feeling.]
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...
Though... hmmm...
... he does have something now to offer as a snack if someone reasonably interesting and decently pleasant comes crashing into his abode.]
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...if jello could be happy. Of course, it would be happier to be eaten. But it can wait.]