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Haha, he supports your flashy fun after all! And I gotta say, it's GONNA BE A BLAST!
Repeated shots, Rosi. Repeated shots. ♥
Repeated shots, Rosi. Repeated shots. ♥
(( Continued from here ))
Broom.
[Otherwise he'll just fall again, though he's grateful as always that Law was quick and on top of things so that the coffee problem didn't get worse. He manages to sit himself up and rubs at an elbow, then just stays sitting on the floor for a second. Floor's fine. Nothing wrong with the floor.]
Wasn't just moments after, but that's not the point. The bouncers didn't know who started what, so they kicked us all out. So much for that kind of adventure. I'd rather be here.
Broom.
[Otherwise he'll just fall again, though he's grateful as always that Law was quick and on top of things so that the coffee problem didn't get worse. He manages to sit himself up and rubs at an elbow, then just stays sitting on the floor for a second. Floor's fine. Nothing wrong with the floor.]
Wasn't just moments after, but that's not the point. The bouncers didn't know who started what, so they kicked us all out. So much for that kind of adventure. I'd rather be here.
(( Continued from here ))
[ Law snorts softly at that. ]
You tend to find the quiet spots pretty quickly after enough 12-hour shifts. Or at least I do.
[ He makes a point of tilting his head toward Cora's cigarettes, since a glance won't be as visible behind dark lenses. ]
You want to walk and talk? I can light one for you once we're outside.
[ Law snorts softly at that. ]
You tend to find the quiet spots pretty quickly after enough 12-hour shifts. Or at least I do.
[ He makes a point of tilting his head toward Cora's cigarettes, since a glance won't be as visible behind dark lenses. ]
You want to walk and talk? I can light one for you once we're outside.
Yeah, all right.
[He replies with an easy smile as he leads the way to the door and pushes it open with his shoulder, and then stands there to hold it open for the both of them. Walk, talk, drink and smoke? He'll be lucky not to fall, but he's not thinking about that right now. Mostly he's pleased he gets to sip at the coffee rather than chug it, and Law offering to light a cigarette for him is completely endearing.
Once outside, he offers the pack to Law so he can then also pull out a lighter.]
Twelve-hour shifts sound like hell. No wonder you needed a few drinks.
[He replies with an easy smile as he leads the way to the door and pushes it open with his shoulder, and then stands there to hold it open for the both of them. Walk, talk, drink and smoke? He'll be lucky not to fall, but he's not thinking about that right now. Mostly he's pleased he gets to sip at the coffee rather than chug it, and Law offering to light a cigarette for him is completely endearing.
Once outside, he offers the pack to Law so he can then also pull out a lighter.]
Twelve-hour shifts sound like hell. No wonder you needed a few drinks.
Thanks.
[ Law doesn't usually make a point of actually thanking his friends for holding doors. It's implicit, as far as he's concerned, in the reciprocity. But Cora-san brought him sunglasses and company after a shitty night, so. ]
[ He's also plenty used to doing ten things at once with his hands at this point in his education, so he flips open the pack as soon as it's passed to him, pushes one up from the rest with his thumb and pulls it out with his mouth, pocketing the pack in the same motion. He takes the lighter as they walk, hmming under his breath. ]
Could be worse. [ It's a little mumbled around the cigarette. He tucks his drink against his chest to have a sort-of free hand to shield the lighter flame, gets the cigarette going; pockets the lighter to pull it from his mouth and breathe out a slow plume. ] At least as a surgeon I'll get to make something more like my own schedule for the things I need to be most awake for. Just, you know, getting there. [ He holds out the lit cigarette, careful to offer the filter end. ]
[ Law doesn't usually make a point of actually thanking his friends for holding doors. It's implicit, as far as he's concerned, in the reciprocity. But Cora-san brought him sunglasses and company after a shitty night, so. ]
[ He's also plenty used to doing ten things at once with his hands at this point in his education, so he flips open the pack as soon as it's passed to him, pushes one up from the rest with his thumb and pulls it out with his mouth, pocketing the pack in the same motion. He takes the lighter as they walk, hmming under his breath. ]
Could be worse. [ It's a little mumbled around the cigarette. He tucks his drink against his chest to have a sort-of free hand to shield the lighter flame, gets the cigarette going; pockets the lighter to pull it from his mouth and breathe out a slow plume. ] At least as a surgeon I'll get to make something more like my own schedule for the things I need to be most awake for. Just, you know, getting there. [ He holds out the lit cigarette, careful to offer the filter end. ]
[Before he can take the cigarette, Rosinante does, in fact, stumble. He'd just finished having a sip of his coffee, and then it's just one catch of his toe and the rest goes flying in an arc through the air as his arms cartwheel to try and catch himself before his face can hit the pavement. It's totally ungraceful and completely unfair.
Because Law looks so damned cool, there in his sunglasses with a cigarette, and of course that's what had thrown him off so quickly. God, the look of him with that cigarette.
But he laughs off his stupid fall as he picks himself up, then takes the cigarette in his hand.]
Bastard.
[Law's fault for being hot, apparently. He chuckles as he has a long draw of the smoke.]
Because Law looks so damned cool, there in his sunglasses with a cigarette, and of course that's what had thrown him off so quickly. God, the look of him with that cigarette.
But he laughs off his stupid fall as he picks himself up, then takes the cigarette in his hand.]
Bastard.
[Law's fault for being hot, apparently. He chuckles as he has a long draw of the smoke.]
[ The stumble is a non-item; it's part of life with the other man. But Law jumps just a little at that laughing insult. Not because Cora-san never gets shitty with him, but because he knows exactly what engenders a casual curse thrown his way out of nowhere. He pulls the brim of his hat a little lower over his sunglasses with his now-free hand. ]
Shut up - what did I even do?
[ He's not blushing he's still red from the hangover, shut up. ]
Shut up - what did I even do?
[ He's not blushing he's still red from the hangover, shut up. ]
Oh, nothing.
[So unfair.
But also he's reminded of how fortunate he is. Law could have picked anyone else and he went for him, the clumsy fool who otherwise mostly keeps to himself and puts everyone else first. So while he may not hand out compliments freely, Rosinante is pretty sure he's been granted the biggest compliment possible.]
Do you at least have a break now, after all that? Seems like you deserve one.
[So unfair.
But also he's reminded of how fortunate he is. Law could have picked anyone else and he went for him, the clumsy fool who otherwise mostly keeps to himself and puts everyone else first. So while he may not hand out compliments freely, Rosinante is pretty sure he's been granted the biggest compliment possible.]
Do you at least have a break now, after all that? Seems like you deserve one.
[ The che in response is very much under Law's breath, but just as much entirely audible. Nothing. He'll have to badger it out of the other man once they get home; if he tried it now, he'd just end up embarrassed in the middle of the university sidewalk. ]
Of course. I may indulge the occasional horrendous idea, but I know better than to go on a bender if I don't have the recovery time. My next actual shift isn't 'til next week.
Of course. I may indulge the occasional horrendous idea, but I know better than to go on a bender if I don't have the recovery time. My next actual shift isn't 'til next week.
I hoped so, but I know it's a stressful program.
[And medical students, graduate students, hell everyone does stupid things under stress. He sure has.]
Glad to hear I get you all to myself for the next few days, though.
[Well, mostly. He does have to work, and he's the idiot who volunteers to do things like work on Saturday evenings so others don't have to, but there's plenty of time around the ends of that shift.]
[And medical students, graduate students, hell everyone does stupid things under stress. He sure has.]
Glad to hear I get you all to myself for the next few days, though.
[Well, mostly. He does have to work, and he's the idiot who volunteers to do things like work on Saturday evenings so others don't have to, but there's plenty of time around the ends of that shift.]
[ Okay, Law laughs a little under his breath. ]
Fair, fair. No, the one thing I won't do is jeopardize my place in the program, and if I end up hungover or in some other form of recovery while I have a shift to attend... [ He shakes his head. ] I could have done without the talking-to from an undergrad, though. [ Seriously, if he ever finds out who brought him in... ]
[ But then he grins against the mouth of his coffee, ducking his head a little. ]
Yeah... I have a paper and some reports to work on, but otherwise, I'm all yours.
[ He very nearly stumbles over that last phrase. Nearly. Takes another slow sip with his head ducked low. ]
Fair, fair. No, the one thing I won't do is jeopardize my place in the program, and if I end up hungover or in some other form of recovery while I have a shift to attend... [ He shakes his head. ] I could have done without the talking-to from an undergrad, though. [ Seriously, if he ever finds out who brought him in... ]
[ But then he grins against the mouth of his coffee, ducking his head a little. ]
Yeah... I have a paper and some reports to work on, but otherwise, I'm all yours.
[ He very nearly stumbles over that last phrase. Nearly. Takes another slow sip with his head ducked low. ]
Good.
[Now it's his turn to blush, even though he's trying so hard to be cool, casual, unaffected. They're in public, after all, though not too many people are out at this hour just yet.
The cigarette helps give him something else to think about for a second. Refocus on something a little less blush-worthy.]
What's your paper on?
[Now it's his turn to blush, even though he's trying so hard to be cool, casual, unaffected. They're in public, after all, though not too many people are out at this hour just yet.
The cigarette helps give him something else to think about for a second. Refocus on something a little less blush-worthy.]
What's your paper on?
[ Law perks up, the grin widening on his face - something to focus on other than the blush, yes, and it's dead-center in his interests. ]
Aortic aneurysm. Did you know that -
[ He launches right into it immediately, animated despite having to keep his voice low enough not to worsen his headache. ]
Aortic aneurysm. Did you know that -
[ He launches right into it immediately, animated despite having to keep his voice low enough not to worsen his headache. ]
[See, this is what drew him to Law so rapidly in the first place. Well, one of many things. But that passion he has for his interests is deeply attractive and really admirable. He's so smart! Rosinante only understands so much, and most of what he does understand is from listening to Law and occasionally helping him dig through some very obscure media in the library, but that doesn't keep him from nodding along and giving him his complete attention.]
Human bodies are weird. I have to say, even though I'd never want to be a doctor myself, I can see why it's so fascinating. So many things can go wrong!
[Like his own constant stumbling, but that's a lot less dramatic than, say, aortic aneurysm. And thank goodness for that.]
Human bodies are weird. I have to say, even though I'd never want to be a doctor myself, I can see why it's so fascinating. So many things can go wrong!
[Like his own constant stumbling, but that's a lot less dramatic than, say, aortic aneurysm. And thank goodness for that.]
The most absurd things can go wrong, [ Law agrees, with perhaps too much excitement. ] And some of the most absurd things must be done to fix them. And to be able to do so many of them more accurately and safely with the human hand than by machine depending on which organs are involved -
[ He stops, then laughs a little under his breath. ]
Shit, there I go again. How do you put up with me?
[ He stops, then laughs a little under his breath. ]
Shit, there I go again. How do you put up with me?
[He grins down at Law at that question, then shrugs.]
I always find myself wondering how you put up with me, so I guess we're even. I love it when you get really into a subject like that, though. It's fun. I always learn something new.
[Which is why it feels less like he's indulging Law when he goes off on a topic, and more like they're both equally participating even if most of what Rosinante himself does is listening. Come to think of it, that's probably a big part of why Law does put up with him - he's a willing shoulder to lean on, a willing ear to vent at or just talk to no matter what he wants to say.]
I always find myself wondering how you put up with me, so I guess we're even. I love it when you get really into a subject like that, though. It's fun. I always learn something new.
[Which is why it feels less like he's indulging Law when he goes off on a topic, and more like they're both equally participating even if most of what Rosinante himself does is listening. Come to think of it, that's probably a big part of why Law does put up with him - he's a willing shoulder to lean on, a willing ear to vent at or just talk to no matter what he wants to say.]
Wh- you learn something?
[ Law laughs, softly, but still winces and brings up his free hand to rub at his temple. Ow. He gives his head a little shake before continuing. ]
You're the librarian. I feel like every time I have questions you've either got the answers or you know exactly where to find them.
[ Law laughs, softly, but still winces and brings up his free hand to rub at his temple. Ow. He gives his head a little shake before continuing. ]
You're the librarian. I feel like every time I have questions you've either got the answers or you know exactly where to find them.
Doesn't mean I know it all, just means I know how to know it. That's the trick. If I knew everything about surgery and anatomy, I'd be a surgeon, they get paid a lot better.
[At which he snickers around the cigarette in his mouth. He'd be a terrible surgeon and he knows it. Imagine falling on scalpels, dropping things into patients... no thanks.]
[At which he snickers around the cigarette in his mouth. He'd be a terrible surgeon and he knows it. Imagine falling on scalpels, dropping things into patients... no thanks.]
[ Law grins himself at that, keeping his own laugh to a chuckle to avoid setting his hangover off again. ]
Uh-huh.
[ He makes a face when the pleasant overcast breaks for a minute, the sun poking through, and pulls his hat brim lower. ]
Jesus...
[ - Oh thank god. He jogs the last couple steps to their building, blessedly into the shade of it, and beeps in with his pass. And then, you know, that reciprocity - holds the door for Cora-san. ]
Uh-huh.
[ He makes a face when the pleasant overcast breaks for a minute, the sun poking through, and pulls his hat brim lower. ]
Jesus...
[ - Oh thank god. He jogs the last couple steps to their building, blessedly into the shade of it, and beeps in with his pass. And then, you know, that reciprocity - holds the door for Cora-san. ]
[Ah, good to be home. He brushes past Law with a hand trailing across his shoulders, then gives a squeeze before stepping away and leaning down to untie his shoes.
The end of his cigarette catches across his shoulder in the movement somehow, and the shoulder of his jacket erupts into flame, but he's too busy wrestling with shoelaces to notice. Still a little too distracted mentally by Law to even succeed very quickly with the laces, and while on fire he also looks seconds away from toppling over.
Seriously, Law puts up with so much.]
The end of his cigarette catches across his shoulder in the movement somehow, and the shoulder of his jacket erupts into flame, but he's too busy wrestling with shoelaces to notice. Still a little too distracted mentally by Law to even succeed very quickly with the laces, and while on fire he also looks seconds away from toppling over.
Seriously, Law puts up with so much.]
Cora-san - !
[ Oh my god. ]
[ Law lets a good 90% of Cora-san's clumsiness go without much more than a blink. Something you get used to. And then there are the damn fires and he wonders why the other man insists on smoking. He curses under his breath as he flicks his arm to let his hoodie sleeve slump down to cover his hand, and smacks at the fire with that while trying not to spill the last of his coffee on either of them. This has been a hell of a morning. ]
[ Oh my god. ]
[ Law lets a good 90% of Cora-san's clumsiness go without much more than a blink. Something you get used to. And then there are the damn fires and he wonders why the other man insists on smoking. He curses under his breath as he flicks his arm to let his hoodie sleeve slump down to cover his hand, and smacks at the fire with that while trying not to spill the last of his coffee on either of them. This has been a hell of a morning. ]
Wha-
[Sometimes the smacking knocks him right over. Other times he seems poised to react, or at least to stand firm like the world's most stubborn brick wall. This is one of those latter moments, as he braces himself and looks at Law in alarm, then at his shoulder and takes notice, finally, of the smell of burning fabric. Oh.]
Oh!
[He'd join in the swatting but Law has it taken care of, so he flashes him a thumbs up, bends down to finish with the shoes -
And that's when he pitches to the ground sideways and somehow ends up on his back like the world's longest-legged turtle. But his shoes flop right off.]
Thanks.
[Sometimes the smacking knocks him right over. Other times he seems poised to react, or at least to stand firm like the world's most stubborn brick wall. This is one of those latter moments, as he braces himself and looks at Law in alarm, then at his shoulder and takes notice, finally, of the smell of burning fabric. Oh.]
Oh!
[He'd join in the swatting but Law has it taken care of, so he flashes him a thumbs up, bends down to finish with the shoes -
And that's when he pitches to the ground sideways and somehow ends up on his back like the world's longest-legged turtle. But his shoes flop right off.]
Thanks.
[ Law comes thisclose to going down with him. Cora-san has a lot of leg. He manages to stumble out of the way, looks down at the other man, and just. Tilts his cup back and finishes the last probably quarter of his coffee. ]
Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
[That worked out well, nice. He keeps the stub of the cigarette miraculously between his teeth the whole time, rights himself, and then takes the butt between his fingers and snuffs it out on the countertop ashtray. There, he's successfully retrieved Law, he didn't start too much of a fire, and all he lost along the way was half a cup of coffee and some of his dignity.]
More coffee?
[He's already on the move to start up a pot, given he didn't get nearly as much as he would have wanted.]
More coffee?
[He's already on the move to start up a pot, given he didn't get nearly as much as he would have wanted.]
God, yes please.
[ Law kicks off his own shoes with significantly less fuss, tosses his cup into the bin for the campus compost, and. Reaches for the arm of his sunglasses. Stops. Eyes the kitchen stools, considers, and, well. He already had his faculty boyfriend pick him up hungover from the fucking hospital. What dignity? With a huff, he drops his hat onto the counter, yanks off his hoodie, and lays down on the cool tile floor with his sunglasses still on. He should be embarrassed by how loud the following groan is, but fuck it. ]
Oh my god. I don't understand why anyone spends the blackout part of their drinking out of their own home on purpose. Much less regularly.
[ Law kicks off his own shoes with significantly less fuss, tosses his cup into the bin for the campus compost, and. Reaches for the arm of his sunglasses. Stops. Eyes the kitchen stools, considers, and, well. He already had his faculty boyfriend pick him up hungover from the fucking hospital. What dignity? With a huff, he drops his hat onto the counter, yanks off his hoodie, and lays down on the cool tile floor with his sunglasses still on. He should be embarrassed by how loud the following groan is, but fuck it. ]
Oh my god. I don't understand why anyone spends the blackout part of their drinking out of their own home on purpose. Much less regularly.
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