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[yourhatred]

For closed scenes that don't need their own post.

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[yourhatred]

I would limit who comes in contact with it all the same. One can never be too careful.

[deathsdoctor]

No, they can't. It'll be put where it can't be easily accessed. Unless one can teleport objects like me.

[yourhatred]

[Itachi nods. This is good.]

Who else has handled it aside from you?

[deathsdoctor]

Miss Nami's seen it. Otherwise the only other person who's touched it is you.

[yourhatred]

Good.

[That would mean that if it was a danger to touch it, he'd put himself at risk too.

But at least Law wouldn't be alone in that.]

I'm afraid paranoia is a common trait among ninja.

[deathsdoctor]

... not such a common trait among pirates, I'm afraid. I'm a bit of an oddity that way.

[Sigh. He nearly pulls his hair out every time a person from his world talks about Devil Fruits and their weaknesses. Must they be so casual about it? It was just inviting someone to pull a Yuber.]

[yourhatred]

Lucky for me we have that in common, then.

[He smiles faintly.]

[deathsdoctor]

Lucky for both us. [Faint smile in return.] We won't drive each other batty that way.

[yourhatred]

I don't think we would find each other such good company otherwise.

[deathsdoctor]

Probably not. [Smiling a little wider and sliding in closer.] Here's to paranoia, then.

[yourhatred]

Yes. May it serve us well.

[deathsdoctor]

[And now he's going to droop a little, energy brought by a brief moment of cheer fading away.]

... mind if I steal your couch tonight?

[I promise to sleep silently, even if it won't be a good restful sleep.]

[yourhatred]

You should know the answer without asking.

[He runs a hand briefly through Law's hair.] But no. I don't mind.

[deathsdoctor]

[Brushing his fingers against the ninja's again and allowing them to linger, Law turns at the touch, murmuring] Thank you.

[yourhatred]

If there's anything else I can do for you...

[deathsdoctor]

... [His fingers twitch. To ask this... is difficult. Weak. He feels so weak.] ... can you make my sleep dreamless?

[yourhatred]

...I can make the attempt.

But given how my abilities are affected in this place, I can promise nothing.

[deathsdoctor]

That's okay. ... even if it doesn't work, it's fine.

[The trying is the important part.]

[yourhatred]

...Do you want me to do this now?

[deathsdoctor]

[Pushing self up] ... let's wait until we're down in your apartment.

[Falling asleep on the roof and having to be hauled down would probably be a little troublesome, no?]

[yourhatred]

[Itachi nods.]

Then there's no hurry. We can take our time.

[deathsdoctor]

Mmhm...

[Staring up at the sky... at the stars.] You know they never stay fixed here? The stars, I mean.

[Random, yes. But tired... utterly worn out. It's to be expected.]

[yourhatred]

I wouldn't know.

My sight doesn't reach that far anymore.

But it must be frustrating for someone who uses them as guides.

[deathsdoctor]

It's very. I've been charting them for the last few months. Trying to make sense of it.

It makes me wonder if what I see up there is real or merely another Malnosso illusion.

[yourhatred]

There are some things here that it seems a waste to even try to make sense of.

[And that's not something he says often.]