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[deathsdoctor]

[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.]

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Understood o/

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[ ;__; Captaiiin. HE'S SORRY HE HASN'T BEEN HERE.

Leaning back against you, just a little. He plans on sticking around. ]

Yeah...

Re: Now it's for realz

[deathsdoctor]

[Until you disappear come morning. And your Captain won't remember things clearly, but the punch to the gut and the rip after will be the same. It's just a small mercy that Law, usually so sharp, hasn't realised this now.

But for now?

Falling into the deepest, most peaceful sleep he's had since he's arrived. Because finally there's someone here he knows that will have his back.]

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[ Always glad to be of service. Even as a pillow for one night. ]