[ he cocks his eyebrow at that, as if to ask, who? or maybe say, don't you have a social life — but there's something like gladness in his expression, too, the knowledge that he's not been here alone. law knows he would have truly gone crazy without his crew — so the knowledge that cora has had people here, hopefully people who have kept him sane and looked out for him, it makes law breathe a little easier.
he nods, pushing himself upright again. ]
Yeah. [ then he looks at cora, and huffs out a breath that's just a touch away from a laugh. ] You look ridiculous.
[ but the words just sound incredibly fond.
when cora leaves to the bathroom, though, law doesn't even go close to the cupboards: instead, he picks up kikoku, mutters room and leaves it just so that it covers the distance between him and the cupboards. then, scan — yes, there, coffee. shambles, and it's in his hand.
when cora comes back, there's no evidence of any of that, though, and instead the coffee is slowly brewing and law is by the sink, hat in his hand, cleaning the makeup smudges from it. ]
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he nods, pushing himself upright again. ]
Yeah. [ then he looks at cora, and huffs out a breath that's just a touch away from a laugh. ] You look ridiculous.
[ but the words just sound incredibly fond.
when cora leaves to the bathroom, though, law doesn't even go close to the cupboards: instead, he picks up kikoku, mutters room and leaves it just so that it covers the distance between him and the cupboards. then, scan — yes, there, coffee. shambles, and it's in his hand.
when cora comes back, there's no evidence of any of that, though, and instead the coffee is slowly brewing and law is by the sink, hat in his hand, cleaning the makeup smudges from it. ]