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cogitationbox2016-08-05 09:37 pm
getaroom) wrote in cogitationbox2016-08-05 09:37 pm
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[Law was going through his normal morning routine, or at least his normal routine ever since he's been stuck here. He woke up somewhere around 6, crawled out of bed, changed into some running gear and made himself a light breakfast. By the time he was done with that it was 7:30 -- later than he would have liked, but he was having trouble getting moving this morning -- so he grabbed a bottle of water, shoved his phone in his pocket and went for a run. He was back at the apartment by 8:30 and by 9 he was in the shower.
By 9:30 he was out of the shower, drying off, and getting dressed. Definitely late start to the day. He usually tried to get to his office before 9, but he didn't have anyone coming in until at least noon so it wouldn't be too bad. Probably.]
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just. the most exasperated look.]
26 isn't old.
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[How is that not old???]
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You're children.
[YOUR OPINION ON HIS AGE IS INVALID.]
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[She's not a child. She considers pointing out that his response is what an old person would say, but pushing him too far is probably just going to lead to problems.
So, she decides on another tactic, switching sides to sit next to him and poking his side.]
So, what's with all the tattoos? They make you look more like a biker or a thug than a pirate, y'know.
[And if he's not careful, she's going to try and lift his shirt up to prove her point, in public or not. Just a little bit. Probably.]
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What about them? I don't care what they make me look like.
[Totally the answer she was looking for, definitely.]
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[She's definitely trying to pull the front of his shirt up now just to make a point.]
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[For the second time today he's slapping her hands away.]
I know what my tattoos look like!
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[She puffs a little, but doesn't try again. He's freaks out over everything.
But since he's obviously not going to get it on his own, she'll start small:]
Why do you have so many?
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[The response is immediate and terse, but... he also knows that it's not the response she's expecting or wants.
He shifts for a few moments, a little uncomfortable, but eventually he relents with a sigh.]
They all have meaning to me. They're things I want to be reminded of, things that are important to me.
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[Kyoko cocks her head to one side, the smidgen of curiosity hidden by her harsh tone. There were people smarter than her who could see the importance of being reminded of death, but to Kyoko it was just another unpleasant reality to be forgotten.
Her lips curve down in a small frown. That doesn't seem right, or if it is she has a hard time seeing Law as so pretentious. For him to be so tense, it must be personal. She considers backpedaling, but any compliments or reassurance seem insulting, and she settles on something entirely different.]
I'm not gonna laugh, y'know. It might sound strange coming from me, but I've got reminders too... Things that I can't bring myself to give up.
[She shrugs.]
I just wanna know what's so important to that you had to have it printed on you like that. Seems like a lot.
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You don't get something permanently drawn on your body unless it means something to you. It needs to hold some significance and weight. So if you really want to know about some of them I'll tell you, but I'm not going to tell you about all of them.
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In the end, she decides not to push. Best not to ask about a guy's love life. They were always weird about it.
Still, saying that tattoos had weight in this day and age was kind of...]
You don't get out much, do you?
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She nods, adding after a moment,]
Fine. Just tell me about... Whatever ones you're gonna talk about.
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He rolls his eyes a bit without addressing her initial question. ]
My tattoos are reminders. They're there to remember and honor. My crew is known as the Heart Pirates and a lot of my tattoos are as much for them as they are in remembrance of Corazon. The word Corazon means heart. So that's for the hearts on my shoulders as well as the one on my chest. The smile here --
[He pokes at the center of his chest]
-- is for Corazon's smile. So is the one on my back. It's also the mark of my crew.
As for my hands... death has many meanings to me. It was once something I wanted and something I feared. As a doctor it's a power that I hold in my hands. It's a reminder that it always finds you and a warning to my enemies. It's because I've beaten it once and seen others beaten by it. There's more behind it, but that's the general gist.
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It's a little sad sometimes, but she's grateful for the reminders. She'd rather suffer a lifetime of despair than forget.
She giggles, unable to help it. He's always like this--a dumb, serious-minded person who she shouldn't have anything in common with, but does anyway. A little, anyway.]
Hehe... I should've known it'd be something like that.
[She reaches over to tug on his cheek. It's teasing, but it's light and not unpleasant.]
Even though you always act so tough, you're a surprisingly sentimental guy... Hehe. I bet you just hide it 'cause you're still worried about being made fun of. Mm, I'd def-initely expect people to make jokes about that.
[He'll probably get mad if she just leaves it like that, going on about how he doesn't hide it (and he'd probably just beat up anyone who made fun of him for it anyway,) she's just inappropriate! ... Or something like that.
Sentimental, but as dumb as any boy. She sighs.]
Well... To be honest, I'd rather be able to do that, but... Well, you know! I've got stuff that I can't really afford to forget either, y'know.
[Things. People. The way things were, the way they really are, is only alive in her memory now... It's probably something like that for him, too. She has to look away at the end, embarrassed by her own words and thoughts.]
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Law quietly swats her hand away from his face (honestly it feels like all he's done today is swat her away) with a frown, but it's a look that softens fairly quickly. A small smile tugs at his lips. It's a little sad, a little a thoughtful, but it's there.]
A lot of people do. This is just how I choose to remember.
[Beause there is plenty that he never wants to forget. Plenty that he wishes he could forget, but knows that he can't. Knows that it would be wrong to forget so he keeps it all close. Keeps it imprinted on his heart and tattooed on his skin. He keeps it everywhere he can because even if he wants to forget he won't. He'll never let himself. It's all important. It all needs to be there even if he wishes it wasn't.]
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Hmm... Yeah, I guess. I dunno if it's a way of remembering, but this ribbon was actually a gift from my old man. It was the last one he gave me.
[She smiles, but it's a bitter smile, and she tries not to think too hard about what she's saying.]
Times were pretty hard back then, but I guess he wanted to try and do something for me anyway. He was that kind of person. I probably should've gotten rid of it by now, y'know, but I just can't seem to bring myself to.
[Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks down, mumbling:]
Uh--I guess I"m just sort glad, 'cause nobody else I talk to really gets it...
[Or something like that, anyway. She's not really sure how to explain it. It's a little bit of happiness, a little bit of jealousy, and a little bit of something else.]
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He shakes his head though. He understands not wanting to give something up. Wanting to keep it close.]
It's always little things that matter the most. You remember the big things, too, but it's the little things that make up a person and their life. It's smiles and ribbons.
[The sad smile returns and he reaches out to ruffle her hair.]
It can be hard for people who've never lost anything to understand something like that.
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The world really is made up of little things. Little pieces of happiness and sad things, little coincidences that lead to great gains, or otherwise misfortunes. When he ruffles her hair, she can't help but smile. It's nostalgic.]
Thanks. Or should I say sorry?
[If she didn't understand, she would be happy. She's sure he's the same way. Czes, too, but she thinks that it's a little different with him.]
... Having you around isn't too bad, I guess.