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[Itachi nods slowly, absorbing all of this information.]

I will prepare another meal for you, then. Just continue to rest.

[It isn't exactly like food is hard to come by, so the ninja has no issue with cooking up whatever's required.]

Alright... [The promise of food causes his stomach to growl, and a muted look of pained embarrassment crosses his face. He quietly murmurs:] ... I think I'll try for a shower later.

On your own time.

...Do you have any requests?

... aaa... just that it be high protein, please. And no bread. ... I have a bit of a sensitivity to gluten.

Noted. I will do my best to provide.

[So serious.]

[ B| Oi. Oi. Oi. So serious you'd think Law has one foot in his grave.]

I'll be more than grateful for anything you provide.

Then I'll return shortly.

[Though not too shortly. He has to cook everything, after all.

He nods his head once, then moves for the door.]

[Law nods and closes his eyes. He doesn't think he'll get back to sleep, but there's always meditation. He needs it.

Down, down, past the sense of his breathing, down past the beat of his heart... down the ladder past the still places... down down...

... to where he can sense and touch the flow of his own chi... and down past it...

... to where he can sense a larger web of chi around him... barely tangible... and it feels like the universe is breathing... and he anchors before spreading himself out... listens and focuses on life...

... and tries to touch peace...

... he'll open his eyes once Itachi re-enters.]

[And Itachi will return soon enough with more of what he'd brought before, though with a little more fish.

There's also a new pot of tea, and some dumplings. Sanji Itachi is not.]

[Nobody is Sanji. Law's learned how to cook and do it well enough so his meals taste good, but there's really no comparison.

That said, the food on the plate is getting a very hungry look.

Mmmmmm....]

That smells really good.

You may, of course, feel free to do more than smell.

[He sets everything down on trays within the pirate's reach.]

If there's anything else you need, let me know.

[So already on it, man. Things are disappearing already. Quickly. Yes, there is a sense he's holding himself back a ~~lot~~ little in attacking the food.

...

Don't ask how he's managing to look so dignified while in the middle of this feeding frenzy. He's always managed to exhibit impeccable table manners, even in situations where logically any appearance of manners shouldn't exist.

Swallow. Grin.]

Okay, it tastes great too. You're a good cook.

[And now he slows down to more thoroughly appreciate the food.]

Mmmhmm.

[He has his mouth full at the moment, so translated from Lawese that is, 'Thank you, I will.']

I'm glad that you're satisfied.

[And he does mean that, though he never expected to hear otherwise from the pirate.]

[There will no complaints over food, no. He's not very fussy when it comes to that.

There's just going to be om nom noming and a sigh of relief:]

Thank you. That really helped.

[Plates absolutely spotless already. That didn't take long. He's just going sip that tea now and look miles better now that he's got more in him.]

[Itachi begins clearing away the trays and plates automatically.]

Then whatever you do next is up to you.

You may continue to rest, or use any of the facilities here.

... I think I'll take that shower now.

[He is going to take an experimental sniff.

...

uh huh. okay. yeesh. No wonder he hasn't seen Amaya yet.]

Then it's all yours.

I'm going to trust that you're strong enough now to handle everything on your own.

[Though he'd still provide help if it was necessary.]

I'll manage fine.

...

... uh, do you have a razor in there? [Stubble man.] I'm probably looking like a wild mountain bandit by now.

[~~Real ninjas shave with kunai.~~]

You should find one in there, yes.

[~~So he's going to find one in your medicine cabinet, then?~~]

Aa... thank you.

[Relief. Relief.

And he's going to slide out bed once that tea is done and kettle drained, dodge the pile of drying clothes and weapons put to the side, and head to the bathroom.]

[And Itachi will tidy up in the meanwhile, ready to help with anything should he be needed.]

[If you poke around the clothes while you're tidying (and there, aside from the mesh armor and the t-shirt, are a couple good layers, including a hooded cloak) you'll find the outer layers still damp and dirty and bloodstained. Old set blood, but it should say volumes how close and personal some of these fights were.

There is also a belt with pounches, contents trying to spill out. Apparently he did bring along some of the kunai from Halloween. Used them too by the nicks along the edge of the blade.

The tanto and the nodachi lie off to the side. They have also seen action.

The hot water turns on and keeps running during this time, and there's a moment of where it feels that the other man has been surprised by something but dully, and then it passes. The shower continues for a reasonable amount of time, and then it turns off.]

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[None of this is anything Itachi hasn't seen. He doesn't want to mess with Law's things too much, just make everything easier to deal with.

He's willing to wash them, however, should Law ask.

The pirate should also find a bath robe waiting, should he want it.]

Geez. Bloody wings.

[No, there's no trouble, just sighing.]

They've changed color at the tips. Yellow's gone - instead they look like they've been dipped in molten gold ore. [The distracted soft comment comes from the bathroom as Law engages in the intricate task of shaving and trimming his goatee. He has the wings in question outstretched and spread to help the drying of the feathers. Toweling them off is not enough.

The towel in question is around his waist. Sighing again.] How troublesome.

Does the color bother you?

[Itachi never thought about the color of his own. They're black and fitting and have never changed.

His brother's are... strange. But he doesn't think about them much either.]

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