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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[scarletfemme]

[Itachi will be in the kitchen, slicing vegetables, testing the way his smaller hands operate.]

...Oh?

[deathsdoctorine]

[Despite Law's punk rocker look, those weren't the clothes she mainly got.]

A couple yukata, some loose pants and shirts, and sandals. They're pretty conservative.

...

... and the unmentionables. [FACE. PALM. The troubles of womanly hips. Nothing of his male self fits.]

[But not bras. Bindings more than suffice and are more practical for fighters who just don't want their talent flying about in a melee.]

[scarletfemme]

That was very thoughtful of you.

[He comes to meet Law with a plate of sliced carrots, which he holds out.]

Here.

[deathsdoctorine]

Thank you. I haven't eaten in a while. [She puts the aloe plant on the coffee table, next to the fish bowl of the goldfish that just can survive everything (... the Incredible Hulk, exploding apartments, the cats...).

She plucks up a carrot stick or ten to munch on.] Everything okay back here while I was gone?

[There was... no more bed invading perverts teleporting into the house, right?]

[scarletfemme]

Then perhaps I should make you more than carrots.

[He blinks at the question, then smiles and nods.] Yes, everything was fine. A bit uneventful, thankfully.

[deathsdoctorine]

That? Would be much appreciated.

[Hmm. If Itachi's going to make food, then she'll put on tea. Or crack open some drinks for them.]

Oh good. Town's going crazy. Well, crazier than the usual experiment grade crazy.

[scarletfemme]

Many things are being inflicted on them at once. It's natural for things to get a little hectic.

Was there anything in particular you wanted? There were fresh tomatoes ready in the garden, so I brought some in.

[deathsdoctorine]

I'm not fussy. Anything you make would be wonderful. [Pause. What is this sudden frisson of wrongness creeping up her spine.] Would you like some tea while you make that? Or sake?

I'm anticipating a busy spell at the clinic. So far things have been pretty fine, with one exception... and that was from a kidnapping.

[scarletfemme]

Tea would be nice, thank you. [And then he smiles.]

...Oh? I hope the kidnapped individual is alright.

[deathsdoctorine]

[Definitely a frisson of wrongness. Huh. Maybe it's because of the shift? Well... nothing seems too bad.

She'll just get on that tea.]

She'll be fine physically after some rest. Emotionally... might be a different story. The Malnosso weren't kind in the treatment of her.

[scarletfemme]

That's unfortunate. [He frowns, but there's something detached about it, as though he's frowning only because it's expected of him.]

Ah... How about sandwiches?

[deathsdoctorine]

Sandwiches are good. [Ignoring Law's problems with bread. She can deal with a little indigestion.

...

... okay? That's odd. The Haki is coming on, because this is an itty bitty bit unsettling.]

[scarletfemme]

[Itachi nods, moving back to the refrigerator, where he searches around for a bit.]

...Do we not have tuna? That's strange, I could have sworn I-- Oh. No, I didn't.

Well, I'm not sure what we have as far as sandwich toppings.

[deathsdoctorine]

I think the cats had the last of it for their breakfast this morning. They were pretty hungry.

[This is... not how you usually speak. Not quite.]

[scarletfemme]

Ah, the cats. Yes. That's right.

Wait, we have potatoes. I can do something with those instead.

[deathsdoctorine]

[Enough. Something is wrong.]

... Itachi?

[scarletfemme]

[There is an uncertain pause.]

...Yes?

[deathsdoctorine]

... are you feeling okay?

[scarletfemme]

I'm fine. Just... adjusting. Too much time at home, perhaps.

[deathsdoctorine]

We should go out tomorrow, then. Spar. Or maybe take a hike into the mountains. Get away from town a little. We could both use the break.

[You know, do manly things despite our feminine status]

[scarletfemme]

You think so?

...Maybe. I could see how it might be a good idea...

[deathsdoctorine]

I think so. It's a good distraction from everything else.

[scarletfemme]

While I would usually prefer not to be distracted, I think I could make a exception in this case.

[deathsdoctorine]

That's good to hear.

[scarletfemme]

I do intend to make you dinner, however.