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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[thatsnotcute]

[Perona swallows, and after a few more little sniffles, she finally mumbles in a very broken voice--] I'll try...to walk.

[Though she may need a bit of help and support. Her limbs feel like they aren't even there, probably from lack or any real and healthy use. She nearly comes crashing down the first time she gets to her feet (sorry, if she has to grab ahold rather suddenly, lady), but Perona does manage to stand after a second try. She's shaky on her feet, but it should subside some when she gets walking a little.]

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[deathsdoctorine]

Alright. Here we go then.

[Don't worry. There's a sweatshirt under that bathrobe, honest. NOTHING WILL BE EXPOSED, PERONA. WE PROMISE.

After that aborted first start, and once she finally manages her feet, Law supports her as she leads her to the plaza clinic. No need to collapse into the dirt, huh?]

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[thatsnotcute]

[Perona mouths a silent thanks to her rather helpful companion (an apology doesn't exactly register in her head at the time, oops), and trudges along with Law towards the direction she's being taken. Her steps are still a little wobbly and leaden, but they do move - it's just a slow-going journey. And, though Perona would much rather get to a place where she can rest and get better again, this is an opportunity to just get some fresh air at long last.

And maybe test out her voice somewhat. Anything to keep from thinking back on what happened to her back then.]

What...day--date?

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[deathsdoctorine]

[It's all good.]

It's the twenty-sixth of May. A Saturday.

[She opens the door and directs her to the bed, while she goes to wash up, glove, and bring the supplies to clean and bandage those wounds.]

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[thatsnotcute]

[The twenty-sixth, huh? So she's been gone that long... It's almost a little frightening, thinking she was with those people for that long, so Perona dismisses the thought. What did she miss, if anything? What she wouldn't give for a newspaper of some sort, just to catch up. After some rest, of course.

Perona breathes out once as she relaxes into her bed, trying to get comfortable but also watching Law go to prepare. The only doctor Perona ever really "liked" was Hogback, if only because he gave her all of her past servants, so she is a bit reserved around this one.]

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[deathsdoctorine]

[Law herself is being very professional - well, professional as a woman in a bathrobe can be.

When she comes back with the supplies, she takes a moment to assess the damage. Wrists first, then the rest of it. Nothing looks terribly severe.]

I'm going to clean out your wounds, before I start mending them. It's going to sting a bit. [Antiseptic always does.] Can I see your wrists?

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[thatsnotcute]

[For a second, Perona's reluctant to even show more of her wrists, and pulls them back towards herself. She can remember the cuffs, and how tight they fit, and how they pinched and cut her skin. Those people were so-called doctors as well, yet different. Perona can understand that, at the least.

Even so, it takes her a minute or two before she nods, and moves forward some, offering her wrists up for cleaning. She's still very nervous, but she's also a tough girl...kinda. She should be able to handle a little sting.]

Don't be too rough...