016 [Action - forward dated to Saturday morning]

[deathsdoctor]

Sumire, quit it…

[Ah, the trials of pet ownership. Especially pet ownership on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is sleep in and the cat? The cat won’t quit until she gets a little love and attention.

Even if it means she has to use such underhanded tactics as kneading a guy in the breasts with her claws out.




…

… breasts!?]

HNN!

[Yeah, he – wait, no, she, has nothing more to say about that. Female. Woman. Right. Like he… argh… SHE had a run in with Emporio Ivankov, and this is just a Devil Fruit effect. Rolling out of bed now. Staring in the mirror.]




[Okay. One thing more.]

… hnnn… great. I need coffee.

[And a bra. Or better yet, bindings. Icons really don’t do justice to how bosomy Law is for such a slender frame. OP woman you know.

Or she can just let it all hang free.

… so tempting right now…

But coffee first. PRIORITIES.]

[You can catch the lady in question stalking into town not too long after. You see… the clothing problem hasn’t stopped at bras and other lacy unmentionable related troubles. Comes with the territory of being a slender but muscular guy and suddenly finding yourself in possession of some damn hips – we don’t lie – but as tempting as just saying fuck it all and going stark naked, Law rather likes her dignity.

After that, it’s the flower shop for some seeds for herbs. Lunch is next… maybe she’ll even poke up to Cloud Nine out of curiosity, and then it’s time for some hardcore training just so she can get used to this body. Her center of gravity is so off right now.

After that… who knows? Lady Law here will be all over the place. Catch her wherever.]

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Comments

[goldenglasses]

Oh man, I hope I don't change into a girl either. Teleporting and mind bubbles are ENOUGH.

[deathsdoctorine]

[Eyebrow quirk. Oh she doesn't know... you might find it... educational... being on the other side of the male gaze.]

Mn? Oh yes, that would be terrible. [Dry. Being a woman. The horrors.






Are you STILL in my bed?]

[yourhatred]

I believe it would be an interesting sight, what with hair like yours.

[Is this humor? Hard to tell.]

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I bet I'd make a prettier girl then you!

[deathsdoctorine]

Oh? Maybe the Malnosso will put that to the test, then, if you're so curious.

I'm sure the men of Luceti wouldn't mind giving you the look-over and their verdict on that. [SHRUG] Course, they're guys, so that might not be all they do, but there's no helping that, is there?

[scarletfemme]

Indeed, there is not. I would be interested in seeing this, I think.

[goldenglasses]

Well! That's too bad for you! Because I have no interest in being- [Poof!] -a girl!

WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY VOICE!?

[deathsdoctorine]

[Wolf. Whistle.]

You're right, Mister... no.... Miss Vash. Quite sexy indeed.

[scarletfemme]

I stand corrected. Your hair can be done up rather well.

[goldenglasses]

YOU TWO AREN'T HELPING!

[deathsdoctorine]

Sure we are. You were wondering if you'd make a prettier girl. You've just gotten your answer.

[The snark can go on all day, Vash. Believe it.]

[scarletfemme]

I apologize. How would you prefer I help?

1/2

[goldenglasses]

I don't know. But not by MOCKING me. I'm just going to-

2/2

[goldenglasses]

I CAN'T GO HOME LIKE THIS! I'LL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT FROM WOLFWOOD! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GET BACK TO MY BREAKFAST NOW!?

[deathsdoctorine]

[Like you'll the end of it from Law?!]

You're a smart woman, Miss Vash. I'm sure you'll figure something out.

[Aka /notmyproblem.gif]

[scarletfemme]

Perhaps she could stay here until it wears off.

[goldenglasses]

But then Wolfwood or someone will eat my breakfast for sure!










Do you guys have pancakes here?

[deathsdoctorine]

Depends. Will you make us pancakes? Because we're perfectly willing to let you hang about if you cook us breakfast.

Oh. And coffee. And if you make coffee as well.

[PRIORITIES!]

[scarletfemme]

I would prefer tea, if you're going that far.

[Sorry, Zash. Itachi's not exactly being helpful.]

[goldenglasses]

I'M NOT MAKING EITHER OF YOU ANYTHING!

[deathsdoctorine]

Oh, well, then, I'll guess you'll be going? Don't worry. I'll let Mister Wolfwood know about this, so your breakfast won't be eaten.

Hopefully.

Anyway, I'll make he keeps an eye out.

[scarletfemme]

We won't hold you here. Feel free to take your leave.

[And he'll be moving away from the door at that comment to give the blonde room to do just that.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash opens his mouth to let out possibly the highest pitched screech ever heard by anyone.] YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL HIM A SINGLE THING LAW!

[deathsdoctorine]

[Sumire, who has been in the room the entire time, is going to make a pained yowl, because LOUD, and promptly stick her claws in the offending menace.

STOPPIT YOU!

While Law smiles angelically, and asks] Don't I? But your breakfast...

[Food is very important, okay?]

[scarletfemme]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Mr. Wolfwood. Is he a friend?