WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER HERE AND MAKE ME??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
( he is putting clothes on and stomping out of his shitty house to migel's because she said blacksmith so she must be there obviously. and. yeah he looks like fucking shit. dark circles, never got properly healed, whatever. not important, all that's important is whatever stupid nonsense this is. at least he has a shirt on. it covers up all the burns. it's fine. )
(she's very hard to miss, usually, but without the braids, her hair nearly drags across the floor, fountains of ocean blue contrasting with pink eyes as she sniggers, sitting on the grass with her journal and twirling a pen between her fingers.
she's about to write before she sees him, a smile from ear to ear.)
Oh, wow! Okay, first step, done, but now you have to figure out how to make me not write!
( is he up for roughhousing right now? not really, but he's gonna do it anyway. as soon as he spots her and has that challenge posed to him, there is simply no other choice. he's gonna roughhouse. he stops just ahead of her and leans forward. )
I'm gonna take your pen and you're never gonna get it back, that's how. Unless you wanna just give it to me and save us the trouble.
Excuse me? Law, you might be shredded as hell (to which again, that goddamn okay sign,), but you know, I'm chemically enhanced, right? I could break you apart like a super duper thin stick-- but you know what? If you can get this pen from me, I'll promise to be nice for the next 5 hours. How about that?
(oh, if they're playing like that, she can't have her hair out like that. one of the ties around her wrist goes to make piggy-tails. it's the best she can do in this case.)
( not in the least bit threatened, he just presses his knuckles into the palm of his hand to crack them, then does the same on the other side. ...not that he's going to punch her or was ever planning to, but still.
what he's actually going to do is—GENTLEMANLY allow her to put her hair up first, then tackle her before she gets the chance to get up, less gentlemanly. going straight for the headlock like a fucking cheater. )
if he can cheat, so can she, so she sneaks that pen right into her top with the full knowledge that he'll never get it himself while she thinks of her next steps. using her thighs to lock him and switch places, her hand curls around his wrist so he'd open her confines before pinning it to the grass, retrieving the pen and holding it straight above her head.)
( he hadn't actually expected her to put up a real fight, which has him impressed enough that he doesn't immediately resist. it's a real nala pinning simba moment, blinking up at her as she fishes the pen back out and taunts him with it. )
Y—You really think that's gonna stop me?
( spoilers: it is gonna stop him.
but anyway, in the meantime he uses some Very flexible maneuvers involving twisting his body and leveraging with his knees to trap her with his legs and roll them over, leaving his wrist in her grasp and using his other arm to trap one of hers against her body. it's like a messed up game of twister at this point, all tangled limbs while he squeezes hard to try and cop her into dropping it. )
perhaps none of them were expecting this level of roughness, although clearly both of them enjoy it. she has a smile on her face, albeit it tilts more towards mania than anything else when he squeezes her, which in turn causes her to do the same.)
( oh no, okay, yeah, that actually hurts. it wouldn't bother him normally, but he's an absolute trainwreck of untreated burns and whatever else, so he hisses under his breath and loses his grip. maybe he'll just. try a different tactic and focus on wriggling out of her grip. )
You, ngh, never got past the meditation stage, so you never got to see what I can actually do!
Well, I'm not seeing much! You're definitely not giving me your all!
(and back to the safekeeping of her top the pen goes as she focuses one hand to press on the boy's chest, not enough force that it would break anything, but just good enough to keep him in place.
it's when she feels something wet on her knee, staining his shirt and leaking on her leg. not that she finds it gross or anything, but it makes her realize that she did see him not in his greatest shape back a week ago.
she sighs, unceremoniously standing up from straddling him and offering a hand for him to rise to his feet.)
It's not a fair fight if you're still hurt, dummy. Besides, I still am not used to my strength.
( what a buzzkill. Law makes a face when she gets up, head hanging to let out a breath that's both disappointment and relief. )
I'm not hurt, I'm just...
( i mean literally he's hurt but whatever. frowning, he takes her hand and gets to his feet, glancing down at where he's bled through. awkward, but he'll just... press his hand against that spot and blot it with his shirt, which is probably not how you treat a burn, but too bad. )
I totally would've got it eventually. If you're not used to your strength, you need to learn to hone it, anyways.
Again with that talk? I literally came back from the dead, can you give me a moment here?
(but she's much more worried about him than being controversial, anyway. her bag probably has bandages, since she can't really treat her wounds like she did back home. you know, with a stapler.
she takes the roll out, rolling her eyes.)
I can kick your ass another time. Take off your shirt, dude.
( hello WHEN? he's sensitive about this stuff, you know. that's enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting this demand to divest himself of his bloody shirt, not that he... would really anyway. it's not much of a shirt, a long tunic slitted all the way up the sides. he pulls that off with a wince.
he's a mess of burns and scratches, especially all over his back and shoulders, but the one he tore is on his side. they all look pretty crappy, but at least they've healed over. )
Yeah. Ekko... Ekko got in my way, and we fought. I was weak. So I exploded both of us and a bridge. He lived, I died. I didn't tell you?
(color her surprised.
as she wraps the bandages around him, she makes sure they're snug, but not overly tight not to irritate the wound. she's not terrific at it, but she also isn't too terrible.)
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Date: 2022-01-28 01:54 am (UTC)jaguar and shit
i'm here for the blacksmith, just to check what kind of tools this place already has
come out law wherever u are
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Date: 2022-01-28 01:58 am (UTC)yeah the blacksmith is really good and also lloyd makes stuff?? he's usually in tikal too but i'm not sure. guess it depends on what you need
i
can't make much of anything so i don't think i can help?
( the point
law's head )
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:04 am (UTC)imma show you what i need done
i'm not asking for help i'm asking for company
but OKAY
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:06 am (UTC)gotcha
duh of course that's what you meant. i knew that.
uh ok hang on. i've kinda been asleep for a week and haven't gotten up yet so i probably look like crap don't judge me
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:08 am (UTC)i let my hair out to bathe and rebraid but i need to wait for it to dry which takes hours honestly and hours more to braid
guess we're both not at our best
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:14 am (UTC)girls always say that and then they look even better than usual but get mad if you say so
you can't trick me
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:20 am (UTC)please
you cannot fool me you have never seen a boob and i know it for a fact
i'm downtown waiting 4 u
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:25 am (UTC)doesn't
have
ANYTHING
to
DO
WITH
ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!
how am i supposed to come out and talk to you after this
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:27 am (UTC)how come you're trying to OVeRtHRow a GOVERNMENT and yet you get squirmish about things like these
how will you rule
i am not voting for you anymore
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:34 am (UTC)i'm NOT sq
no
STOP WRITING
that's not what i'm doing and i don't want to rule!! and i'm not SQUIRMISH is that even a word??????
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:37 am (UTC)that's a WORD i'm very ELOQUENT
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Date: 2022-01-28 02:53 am (UTC)( he is putting clothes on and stomping out of his shitty house to migel's because she said blacksmith so she must be there obviously. and. yeah he looks like fucking shit. dark circles, never got properly healed, whatever. not important, all that's important is whatever stupid nonsense this is. at least he has a shirt on. it covers up all the burns. it's fine. )
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:01 am (UTC)she's about to write before she sees him, a smile from ear to ear.)
Oh, wow! Okay, first step, done, but now you have to figure out how to make me not write!
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:04 am (UTC)I'm gonna take your pen and you're never gonna get it back, that's how. Unless you wanna just give it to me and save us the trouble.
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:09 am (UTC)(oh, if they're playing like that, she can't have her hair out like that. one of the ties around her wrist goes to make piggy-tails. it's the best she can do in this case.)
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:25 am (UTC)Wow, five whole hours? You're on.
( not in the least bit threatened, he just presses his knuckles into the palm of his hand to crack them, then does the same on the other side. ...not that he's going to punch her or was ever planning to, but still.
what he's actually going to do is—GENTLEMANLY allow her to put her hair up first, then tackle her before she gets the chance to get up, less gentlemanly. going straight for the headlock like a fucking cheater. )
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:35 am (UTC)if he can cheat, so can she, so she sneaks that pen right into her top with the full knowledge that he'll never get it himself while she thinks of her next steps. using her thighs to lock him and switch places, her hand curls around his wrist so he'd open her confines before pinning it to the grass, retrieving the pen and holding it straight above her head.)
Jinx 2, Law 1!
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:41 am (UTC)( he hadn't actually expected her to put up a real fight, which has him impressed enough that he doesn't immediately resist. it's a real nala pinning simba moment, blinking up at her as she fishes the pen back out and taunts him with it. )
Y—You really think that's gonna stop me?
( spoilers: it is gonna stop him.
but anyway, in the meantime he uses some Very flexible maneuvers involving twisting his body and leveraging with his knees to trap her with his legs and roll them over, leaving his wrist in her grasp and using his other arm to trap one of hers against her body. it's like a messed up game of twister at this point, all tangled limbs while he squeezes hard to try and cop her into dropping it. )
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Date: 2022-01-28 03:54 am (UTC)perhaps none of them were expecting this level of roughness, although clearly both of them enjoy it. she has a smile on her face, albeit it tilts more towards mania than anything else when he squeezes her, which in turn causes her to do the same.)
Give it up! Not very zen of you!
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:06 am (UTC)( oh no, okay, yeah, that actually hurts. it wouldn't bother him normally, but he's an absolute trainwreck of untreated burns and whatever else, so he hisses under his breath and loses his grip. maybe he'll just. try a different tactic and focus on wriggling out of her grip. )
You, ngh, never got past the meditation stage, so you never got to see what I can actually do!
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:17 am (UTC)(and back to the safekeeping of her top the pen goes as she focuses one hand to press on the boy's chest, not enough force that it would break anything, but just good enough to keep him in place.
it's when she feels something wet on her knee, staining his shirt and leaking on her leg. not that she finds it gross or anything, but it makes her realize that she did see him not in his greatest shape back a week ago.
she sighs, unceremoniously standing up from straddling him and offering a hand for him to rise to his feet.)
It's not a fair fight if you're still hurt, dummy. Besides, I still am not used to my strength.
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:23 am (UTC)I'm not hurt, I'm just...
( i mean literally he's hurt but whatever. frowning, he takes her hand and gets to his feet, glancing down at where he's bled through. awkward, but he'll just... press his hand against that spot and blot it with his shirt, which is probably not how you treat a burn, but too bad. )
I totally would've got it eventually. If you're not used to your strength, you need to learn to hone it, anyways.
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Date: 2022-01-28 04:28 am (UTC)(but she's much more worried about him than being controversial, anyway. her bag probably has bandages, since she can't really treat her wounds like she did back home. you know, with a stapler.
she takes the roll out, rolling her eyes.)
I can kick your ass another time. Take off your shirt, dude.
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Date: 2022-01-28 05:29 am (UTC)( hello WHEN? he's sensitive about this stuff, you know. that's enough of a distraction to keep him from protesting this demand to divest himself of his bloody shirt, not that he... would really anyway. it's not much of a shirt, a long tunic slitted all the way up the sides. he pulls that off with a wince.
he's a mess of burns and scratches, especially all over his back and shoulders, but the one he tore is on his side. they all look pretty crappy, but at least they've healed over. )
...I haven't seen my healer friends yet.
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Date: 2022-01-28 05:38 am (UTC)(color her surprised.
as she wraps the bandages around him, she makes sure they're snug, but not overly tight not to irritate the wound. she's not terrific at it, but she also isn't too terrible.)
This should help a little bit.