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014 [Action/possibly voice]

[ Not too long before the draftees are returned to Luceti, all snug and cosily tucked in their beds (or in random and embarrassing drop-off points in the enclosure – whatever works), a figure cloaked and hooded in black staggers into the village. Weaving like he’s dead drunk – reality? Dead tired – he occasionally trips and catches himself…

… and then…

… and then just faceplants in a snow drift when it becomes one trip too many. He’s just going to just stay there for a moment. He feels like shit.]

Ughhhhh.

[Yeah. That’s enough of that. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, the figure reveals himself to be Trafalgar Law, freshly returned from one month full of missions.

Armed to the teeth. Worn to the bone and bleary eyed. And apparently lei’d.

… no, you aren’t imagining things - there is a tacky plastic floral garland hanging around his neck. Like you’d get on some cheap tropical vacation.

Don’t you dare suggest he’s been on one, folks.

And when he looks around, finally registering the Christmas lights and the general emptiness of the village, he mutters…]

Oi… what I’d miss?

[Go ahead. Spoil his ~~triumphant~~ tired return and tell him about all the draftees about to drop in. The draftees that possibly and quite probably need medical attention.

It isn’t like he desperately wants to find a bed and get some sleep. And it isn’t like he desperately needs that sleep either.

Not at all.]

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Their soldiers. [He still has enough energy for distaste] At least, the ones who weren't too delirious. They never let us near the raving ones. Didn't want us to hear what they were saying.

Once or twice they brought in a captured Third Party member. Never let us near them either. One I saw managed to kill herself while struggling with her captors. Bit out her own tongue.

And the Third Party continues to sound insane. Sad when you can't tell which is worse.

[Drifts lazily over the rooftops. Luckily for him, the blinding Christmas lights make it really easy to see where he's going.]

I know. What a choice. [His voice is quiet] Madmen or people lower than scum.

Aye. Of course, since our world has both, it's pretty much same old, same old.

Yeah. Pretty much.

[Lapsing into silence as he forces himself out of the haze he was beginning to sink into.]

All right, we're here, but I'm guessing the window isn't open this time. [In this weather, it'd be a bit crazy.]

Do you know if the door on the roof opens from the outside?

It does.

[Door on the roof? But he doesn't live here anymore... doesn't he?

It's a muzzy thought smearing into more muzzy thoughts and the warmth of the indoors and the thought of a bed beckon. He can spend the night here. Maybe have breakfast with Itachi.

But yes. The door opens from the outside.]

All right. [Lands down on the roof and switches back to human, giving Law time to climb down if he wants. And if not, he'll just carry him as a human. Something he thinks nothing of since he does it with Ace all the time, and probably hitches rides on his huge brothers. ~~Because they are ridiculous.~~]

Let's see if I remember the room right from the inside of the building this time, eh?

[Law staggers down, less gracefully than when he climbed up. Fading fast. Probably will be doing the last few steps in a semi conscious state anyway.

Go ahead if you want to carry him. He won't protest much at this point. ~~Just be humiliated come morn.~~]

Mmm?

[Blink. Oh it was the one in the corner where he blew out a good chunk of the building. 40. Though with the Itachi in the kitchen who will intercept you, he's probably going to end up in the ninja's apartment - number 38.]

[Itachi pauses as he hears the sounds on the roof, the cat near his feet perking up her ears.

The movement indicates that someone will be coming down, and yet he'd heard no one go up.

He moves to stand casually at the door into the kitchen, Sharingan activated as he watches down the hall.]

Taking you home, eh. So you can sleep.

[And along comes Marco: an obvious pirate complete with pirate tattoo on the chest and bright blue pirate sash around the waist; carrying along Law and occasionally drifting blue flames that don't seem to be doing any harm.]

Oh. Hey. [Waves and does a slight bow to Itachi (not much lest he lose Law or let him slip in the process) and then Marco heads straight to the apartment. Totally normal.]

Mrm.

[He is not doing anything like barely conscious snuggling, y'hear? More like curled up a sleepy cat.

And speaking of cats (and cat owners). Hi Itachi, hi Amaya. Don't mind as his barely conscious ass is toted by you by a strange man with strange hair and an awesome tattoo - he manages a groggily confused look in your direction and a small shy wiggle of fingers - hi, I don't know why the hell I'm here but I'm happy to see you - and he's brushed by blue flames that don't seem to be hurting him. Pirates. Must have hidden immunity to flames and such. We're just looking for a convenient bed.

T O T A L L Y normal state of affairs, yup.

Oh and Marco? Wrong apartment. That one's Itachi's.]

[But the door to Itachi's apartment is unlocked, and the ninja won't be making any attempt to stop them. There's nothing they can harm by being in here.

He's not certain why the other pirate isn't aware of Law's living quarters, but he's perfectly willing to share his for the time being, and Law is too exhausted to be dragging out to another location.

So he gives a short nod of his head, but nothing more. The two of them are free to come and go as they please.

He might also be slightly amused, but it would be hard to tell.]

[Well, until someone tells him otherwise, he's just going to keep right on thinking that this is Law's place. Because obviously people never move, nor disguise where they hang out at. So Marco's just going to carry him inside Itachi's apartment, and not even bother with the lights, just use enough blue flames to navigate. Luckily each apartment comes with more than one bedroom, so maybe Marco won't even dump Law into Itachi's bed. Maybe.]

Should I go grab you coffee too?

[Maybe is looking likely and going to certainly it looks like Marco is going to dump Law into Itachi's bed. Armed, clothed, and booted.

... well, it's not like Law hasn't been in this position before, thanks to the Malnosso. Hell, he was sharing the bed last time, so this promises to be less embarrassing when certain parties are more clearheaded.

By a scale of microns.

Perk.]

Coffee?

[Magic words, Marco. Magic words. Yes. Please.]

Aye, coffee. You still ought to sleep first, but for when you wake up, eh?

[Leaves Law to decide what to do with boots and weapons. He's not one of his baby brothers, so no need to go too overboard. And off he scoots back to the kitchen where Itachi is.]

[Itachi has already set out another cup of tea for one of his guests - likely the one still coherent. It's a simple courtesy the other man doesn't have to take him up on.]

There's not too much wrong with him physically, I hope.

Nah, just physical exhaustion. Sounds like they ran him ragged. [Starts putting on a pot of coffee.]

Are you one of the Heart Pirates?

[He shakes his head.]

No, just an acquaintance of his. A friend, I should say.

Oh, you met here? How long have you been living together?

[... He does not mean that in any way as it sounds.]

Oh, he doesn't live here anymore. But he's free to have my room for the time being.

[Just because he hadn't said anything before didn't mean he was going to lie.]

Wait... what? Ahhh sorry. I guess he was too tired to say anything about it. [Rubs the back of his neck.] I was going to get him coffee.. are you sure it's okay if he stays?

It's not a problem. There's more than enough room for both of us, and he doesn't need to be moved again.

[Calmly, he pulls out a chair and takes a seat at the table.]

You're both free to help yourself to whatever you want. It's all vegetarian except what fish I keep for the cat.

All right, thanks. [Grins.] That's about what I eat anyway, and I'm guess the doctor's pretty particular about what he puts into his body.

[Glances at the coffee pot and grabs a seat however. Law can wait anyway, since Marco told him to sleep.] How'd you meet anyway? [Unspoken: How well do you know Law? Marco is nosy. Also because he secretly wants to steal Law into his crew. Shh. Don't tell.]

It was by chance. A casual run-in.

[As so many things happened here.]

And we ended up in the same building through unplanned circumstances.

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