[ Law considers getting shitty with the other man about the shelving books comment, even if it is a joke. Needling him into admitting he does have a goddamned super power when it comes to his profession. But Cora-san picks up his own slack, even if he fumbles a little on the execution, and the words die on Law's tongue. Instead, there is soft laughter that he doesn't entirely mind rings his head a little. ]
You can broker information as your superhero code name and broke-r the villains' equipment as your alter ego.
Maybe I'll be one of those secret twist characters when it turns out I have more than one alter-ego. They might all figure out that the quiet librarian is also the masked vigilante, but it's just a red herring when he's the one behind every scene setting up everyone right where he wants them.
[He's animated as he says all this, looming dramatically and gesturing to show his expansive underground reach. Sounds cool! And not one word of it is serious. Probably. Just a big funny joke and not something he'd ever seriously consider if life started to take a darker turn.
[ Law smiles dopily up at the other upside-down during his whole spiel, utterly adoring of his grandiosity and just hungover enough not to hide any of it behind a smirk. ]
You'd certainly be the last person anyone would expect, with all your usual outward displays. Hm. I can see it, though.
[ He groans, though, before lifting a hand toward the other man. ]
I'd like to stay on the floor a few more hours, but I also know I shouldn't.
[He says, smug, as if it was all part of the plan all along. For his cool alter ego, it sure would be.
Rosinante extends his own hand down, having to bend somewhat to reach Law way down there on the floor, then firmly tugs him upward and catches him with an arm around his waist to sweep him into his arms. Sometimes he is actually capable of being graceful and suave, and it further backs up his point in this fantastical conversation.]
The outward antics are a distraction from what's been really going on the whole time. They underestimate me, and never find out the truth.
[Very funny, the whole thing. He laughs it off, then lets Law go so he can eat.]
[ Law would have thought he'd never be the kind of person to enjoy being swept close like this, that he'd find it unerringly irritating, but somehow, with Cora-san, it makes his heart flutter. Even if it does also pull another rush of red into his cheekbones and ears, and he finds himself reaching for the brim of the hat that isn't there before instead smashing his forehead against the other's chest. ]
Like I said... I can see it.
[ Help, he's becoming a sap. A weird conjectural nerd of one, but a sap nonetheless. ]
[ And enough of one that even though Cora lets him go, he stretches up on his stockingfoot tiptoes and catches the other's jaw in his fingers so he can press a kiss to his cheek. ]
So how do I fit into that little scenario of yours? [ He snickers, absolutely deflecting any further sweetness to duck away and heft himself onto a stool at the counter. Ugh, wow, that's more off-balance than he likes being. ] Am I completely oblivious, or in the know? Somewhere in the middle?
[He leans down on the counter, arms folded beneath him. It's a very deep lean but he makes it work. At least the bar height is easier than a standard height table for him, so it's a good compromise between their two sizes.]
You start out oblivious. But you figure it out eventually, and never say anything since you don't want me to worry about you knowing, I guess. And then later there's some dramatic reason I need to reveal it to you, but!
[He makes a dramatic upward sweep through the air with an arm, as if performing some sort of reveal.]
You already know. Cue music, or fireworks, or... something. It's very romantic.
[ Law snickers behind his grin, nose wrinkling with the breadth and depth of it, though most of the crinkle is hidden under the bridge of his sunglasses. ]
You're cute. And you're right. I'd keep any of your secrets, even from you.
[ The rice is the perfect temperature, and he sighs softly as he finally starts to physically relax. ]
Hey... Thanks. You do a lot for me. ...Besides this, I mean.
Besides haul you home at strange hours and tell ridiculous stories? You know, I've seen a lot of med students come and go. A lot of them burn out. Makes me wonder if the ones who don't are the ones who have someone looking after them.
[It's not a serious thought, just an observation. A curiosity, nothing more. The other students aren't his problem. And Law in particular could probably scrape by without anyone, though he imagines it would be a lot more stressful.]
Glad to do what I can, that's all. You'll be one of the best out there, with or without me.
And besides heating up leftover rice and brewing coffee. I mean... it all adds up.
[ Cora is probably not wrong, honestly. ]
I could have found an off-shift janitor's closet to take the world's most uncomfortable hangover-nap in, or texted Bepo or Roronoa and hoped one of them was awake at this godforsaken hour and listened to my own head pound until they texted back. But I've got this morning person boyfriend who... well... likes taking care of me... so you know, it's like I have a first choice or something.
[ He is not fiddling with his rice and pointedly not looking at the other while his face lights up, nope. ]
[ How is Law so constantly precious? And yet he manages so well to hide it from everyone else. Rosinante knows he's one of the very few who ever sees this side of him, and he revels in that knowledge like it's some secret they both get to share.
He can't help it, he reaches over and brushes his fingertips through a spiky bit of hair just above Law's ear. Just a gentle, loving little touch that also carries minimal risk of somehow knocking Law's entire meal off the counter, which has probably (definitely) happened before. ]
You can thank me in the acknowledgments of all your future publications.
[ This is sort of a dare, and sort of a request to do absolutely nothing like that, please, he's happy just knowing Law appreciates him and all the dumb little things he does. ]
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You can broker information as your superhero code name and broke-r the villains' equipment as your alter ego.
[ And everything else. ]
Or vice versa.
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[He's animated as he says all this, looming dramatically and gesturing to show his expansive underground reach. Sounds cool! And not one word of it is serious. Probably. Just a big funny joke and not something he'd ever seriously consider if life started to take a darker turn.
Hm.]
You want a hand up?
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You'd certainly be the last person anyone would expect, with all your usual outward displays. Hm. I can see it, though.
[ He groans, though, before lifting a hand toward the other man. ]
I'd like to stay on the floor a few more hours, but I also know I shouldn't.
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[He says, smug, as if it was all part of the plan all along. For his cool alter ego, it sure would be.
Rosinante extends his own hand down, having to bend somewhat to reach Law way down there on the floor, then firmly tugs him upward and catches him with an arm around his waist to sweep him into his arms. Sometimes he is actually capable of being graceful and suave, and it further backs up his point in this fantastical conversation.]
The outward antics are a distraction from what's been really going on the whole time. They underestimate me, and never find out the truth.
[Very funny, the whole thing. He laughs it off, then lets Law go so he can eat.]
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Like I said... I can see it.
[ Help, he's becoming a sap. A weird conjectural nerd of one, but a sap nonetheless. ]
[ And enough of one that even though Cora lets him go, he stretches up on his stockingfoot tiptoes and catches the other's jaw in his fingers so he can press a kiss to his cheek. ]
So how do I fit into that little scenario of yours? [ He snickers, absolutely deflecting any further sweetness to duck away and heft himself onto a stool at the counter. Ugh, wow, that's more off-balance than he likes being. ] Am I completely oblivious, or in the know? Somewhere in the middle?
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[He leans down on the counter, arms folded beneath him. It's a very deep lean but he makes it work. At least the bar height is easier than a standard height table for him, so it's a good compromise between their two sizes.]
You start out oblivious. But you figure it out eventually, and never say anything since you don't want me to worry about you knowing, I guess. And then later there's some dramatic reason I need to reveal it to you, but!
[He makes a dramatic upward sweep through the air with an arm, as if performing some sort of reveal.]
You already know. Cue music, or fireworks, or... something. It's very romantic.
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You're cute. And you're right. I'd keep any of your secrets, even from you.
[ The rice is the perfect temperature, and he sighs softly as he finally starts to physically relax. ]
Hey... Thanks. You do a lot for me. ...Besides this, I mean.
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[It's not a serious thought, just an observation. A curiosity, nothing more. The other students aren't his problem. And Law in particular could probably scrape by without anyone, though he imagines it would be a lot more stressful.]
Glad to do what I can, that's all. You'll be one of the best out there, with or without me.
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[ Cora is probably not wrong, honestly. ]
I could have found an off-shift janitor's closet to take the world's most uncomfortable hangover-nap in, or texted Bepo or Roronoa and hoped one of them was awake at this godforsaken hour and listened to my own head pound until they texted back. But I've got this morning person boyfriend who... well... likes taking care of me... so you know, it's like I have a first choice or something.
[ He is not fiddling with his rice and pointedly not looking at the other while his face lights up, nope. ]
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He can't help it, he reaches over and brushes his fingertips through a spiky bit of hair just above Law's ear. Just a gentle, loving little touch that also carries minimal risk of somehow knocking Law's entire meal off the counter, which has probably (definitely) happened before. ]
You can thank me in the acknowledgments of all your future publications.
[ This is sort of a dare, and sort of a request to do absolutely nothing like that, please, he's happy just knowing Law appreciates him and all the dumb little things he does. ]