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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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Mmm. [He slows enough to get a few words out between bites.] Best thing I've tasted in forever.

Glad you're enjoying it!

[He raises his glass.] Kanpai.

Kanpai. [Clink. He raises his and lightly taps it against Ace's in a toast.

And then it's down to the serious business of boozing.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.]

[He chuckles, downing his own glass. He then turns back to Law.]

So, was the mission very bad?

The missions... weren't great, I'll tell you that. Things weren't good up in the mountains, and worse in the jungles. I wouldn't say things are going well for them on the war front - there was shipment after shipment of wounded during my stay.

What the Third Party wasn't getting, disease was. They had us running at all hours. [The Malnosso coffee had been full of stims... double edge sword there... it upped him but he could never get back down fast enough. And like hell he was going to ask for depressants.]

Same deal at Sirry Craigs. Our commander kept us moving. We never camped for more than a few hours.

Shit.....that sounds tough. Good job sticking through it.

[He pats him on the back.] As your reward, you'll get all the booze and food you want.

Awesome...

[And this? This is the moment where he wobbles and nearly loses consciousness right here and now and faceplants down.

Into food that's pretty much finished anyway.

Thankfully though, he doesn't and hangs on.

Good thing Marco's on his way to fetch him and whisk him to a bed, huh?]

[He just sort of....watches his almost faceplant into the food. And has to suppress his laughter.]

Maybe you should get some sleep first.

Maybe that would be a good idea...

[Slurring now]

Think Mister Marco's coming.

[Pats him on the back.]

Stuff your face after you sleep. He should be here soon.

Mmhm.

[And soon he is and Law is whisked home.

Just... the wrong home.]

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[action] Heading to wrap up, okay?

[action] okay!

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