[Fingers feel around, brush fabric from clothes in that pile. Yes. Wet. Won't be dry for hours. Tremble. Reach up for the tea and take it gratefully. Cradle it in his hands.]
Thank you. I... ah... I might need to borrow some clothes as well. Please.
[His wings twitch and Law shifts slightly and unfolds them, and holds them open to stretch the muscles back there. It does not do much but it relieves at least a little of the ache in one part of the body.]
Aa. Mister Marco. He's Whitebeard's First Division Commander... or was, anyway. Bet he came in trailing fire. [Fire that Law had not been burned by in the least. Siiiip. Good tea.] Hope it wasn't too much of a startle. He likes doing that.
[Action/December 20/morning]
Thank you. I... ah... I might need to borrow some clothes as well. Please.
[His wings twitch and Law shifts slightly and unfolds them, and holds them open to stretch the muscles back there. It does not do much but it relieves at least a little of the ache in one part of the body.]
Aa. Mister Marco. He's Whitebeard's First Division Commander... or was, anyway. Bet he came in trailing fire. [Fire that Law had not been burned by in the least. Siiiip. Good tea.] Hope it wasn't too much of a startle. He likes doing that.