[ 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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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. ]