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[ 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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Things have been just fine. [Strong, confident voice, she has it. So how are you, sir?]

Sumire's doing well. She's grown while you were gone.

[He's... hearing differently from Masaomi. So. Not going into it here on the open journal, but later... after some journal investigating and some feeling out of things, he might bring things up.

And he's exhausted. He can't keep it from his voice.]

She has, huh? Can't be calling her a kitten for much longer.

She's been getting along with Momo and Hawky alright? Not been causing too much mischief?

[There have been no fights between her and that crazy mass of feathers, right?]

[Masaomi? Really? That dirty rat. As if it isn't all his fault.

And yes, you do sound exhausted. She'll just take a moment to put up a filter, then.]

Everything's been fine. There were a few scuffles, but they worked it out. Where are you? You're not outside, right?

[He said you were... frazzled. And to talk to you about it.]

Village... [Yes outside... he had to walk back.] Near the square. Mister Marco's coming to pick me up.

[Do not crack a yawn... donotcracka--!

Damn.]

[And her voice becomes sharp.] It's freezing out there. Don't you dare fall asleep. You need to get inside before it starts snowing again.

[Mrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggh.

Orders.

He's from the North Pole. He knows.]

I know.

[Vaguely grumpy, mostly tired.]

I'll be in the bar until he arrives.

[So timelines can be vaguely duct taped together.]

[She knows he knows, which is all the more disturbing because he isn't there yet.]

Okay, good. Let me know... [when you're safe.] so I don't have to come get you.

I will... [And the last few steps crunching over snow give way to steps echoing off a hard surface and the creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak of a door swinging open and shut, and the muffled voices of a room behind him locked in private conversations and Ace ordering food.]

I'll let you know when I reach home.

[Or he'll let you know when he's reached a safe bed... Law does not realize (in this sorry state) that Marco hasn't an idea that he's moved.]

[Oh, those are good sounds.]

Thank you.

[Stupid blizzard.]

I'll keep watching Sumire until we can come see you.

Alright. Thank you.

[Blasted exhaustion]

I'll see you soon, and speak to you sooner. Okay?

All right. I'll keep the book opened.

[...]

I'm glad you're okay.

I'm glad you are too.

[...]

I was worried out there.

[Blink.]

Really? Why?

[And about what? She wouldn't have thought they'd have left him much time for worry.]

[We can multitask.]

I had no idea what was going on in here while I was gone. ... and... month. A lot can happen here in a month.

[... there doesn't always have to be a reason. The not knowing can sometimes be enough.]

[But you see, Katara is not used to people worrying about her.]

It was a long month, but it's over now. Everyone's fine, and you should focus on getting warm and getting some rest.

I will.

[Another yawn as a plate of food is put before him. Foooooood. *_*]

[((OOC: Heading towards wrapup. Alright with you?))]

[OOC: Sounds good to me!

She'll just listen for a bit until he's safe and then wait for blizzard to go away before eventually she'll give his cat back.]

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