[Rosinante is constantly finding himself on a pendulum between solemn and elated. The struggle is, of course, partly amplified by how, when he closes his eyes, when he blinks, he still thinks of Law as a child. That angry teen, not even knee-high, wants to protect him? It should be the other way around!
But Law is his own man now and wields considerable power by nature of his devil fruit alone - he knows that as a fact, even if it's hard to fit it into his mental image of who Law is. Just means it takes him an extra second to figure out how to respond to statements like that one, as he looks over at Law with a somewhat bemused smile on his face.]
Well, same for you. I'm not expecting trouble from anyone here. Um...
[He really can't keep putting the question of Law's death off. They've both got their drinks, and this is something he needs to know. He just goes to sit back down on his bed first, then decides to phrase the question as tangentially as possible so as to give Law more freedom to explain in whatever way suits him best.]
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But Law is his own man now and wields considerable power by nature of his devil fruit alone - he knows that as a fact, even if it's hard to fit it into his mental image of who Law is. Just means it takes him an extra second to figure out how to respond to statements like that one, as he looks over at Law with a somewhat bemused smile on his face.]
Well, same for you. I'm not expecting trouble from anyone here. Um...
[He really can't keep putting the question of Law's death off. They've both got their drinks, and this is something he needs to know. He just goes to sit back down on his bed first, then decides to phrase the question as tangentially as possible so as to give Law more freedom to explain in whatever way suits him best.]
So... What's with the cool outfit?