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flitswitch) wrote2022-01-10 08:54 pm
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"SNOW! IT'S SNOWING!!"
Law snaps to awareness with the obnoxious hollering of the Sunny's resident sniper, and is promptly rewarded with Luffy's elbow nearly catching him in the throat when he sits up in an excitable, half-awake mess of limbs. Behind Law, Zoro's grumble is much more representative of his own quickly darkening mood, and as the swordsman's arm wraps a fraction tighter around his waist, Law has a brief, blissful second to believe that maybe he can escape what's coming.
Unfortunately, Luffy gains coherence quickly, each syllable out of his mouth clearer and more alert. "Snow?! It's snowing?! Snow!!" And soon enough he's shaking Zoro and Law both by the shoulder, laughing at any hands that try to swat him away. "Zoro, Torao, it's snowing!! Come on, get up!!"
As much as Law's perfectly content with remaining under the covers, he knows he's lost this fight when he hears Zoro sigh and start shifting away, cursing Luffy without heat as he sits up to stretch. Luffy hears nothing, bounding about the room to throw his clothes on, chattering a mile a minute, while Zoro throws his legs over the side of the bed to begin his own dressing at a more leisurely pace. Law's own efforts turn toward burrowing himself further in the still-warm pillows, and he only gives it up when he feels Zoro's hand landing on his shoulder to give him a second, gentler shake to rouse him.
Law's just sitting up by the time Luffy's standing in the doorway, arms folded and sandeled foot tapping in impatience. His eyes flicker from Law (still in bed, rubbing at his eyes) to Zoro (dressed, but stifling a yawn) before he lets out an exasperated whine. "You guys are so slow!! I'll come back if you don't show up!"
And giving them no time to retort, Luffy bolts off like a shot. Zoro snorts, ruffling his hair before moving to grab his swords and tuck them into his waistband. Law sees it from his peripheral when the swordsman turns back to him and pauses; his own eyes are fixed out of the window.
"Oi, get a move on, Torao. Luffy's already ahead of us."
"Then go," Law grumbles, and he must not be as transparent as he feels, because after a second of staring Zoro shrugs and follows after his Captain.
Law makes no hurry of dressing. He can feel the chill in the air as he moves, see the gray, overcast sky through the porthole window. He doesn't need to step outside to confirm the veracity of the report. Yet he still throws on his longcoat from Punk Hazard and finds his feet headed for the deck, moving with mechanical precision and zero input, hand white-knuckled around Kikoku's scabbard.
The sight that greets him is everything he expected. The lush green of the Sunny's deck is blanketed in soft white, and it's all chaos and noise as the Straw Hats revel, as they're wont to do for any little reason at all. Luffy's laugh is loud and grating as he engages in a snowball fight with Usopp and the cyborg. Brook is yohoho-ing to himself as he stands in audience to the war, with Nico and Nami talking to each other nearby. The cook is nowhere to be seen; likely to be prepping breakfast now that everyone's awake. And Zoro stands near Tony, smiling fondly down at the little reindeer busying himself with making snow angels, tiny limbs kicking up flurries as they move.
Law's eyes drift upwards. Lock on the heavy gray clouds clotting the sky, the snow raining down, melting as it lands on Law's skin and lashes. Feels a pressure bearing down on him, rooting him where he stands. Reminding him how small he is. How small he was -
"Torao, what're you just standing there for?!"
Reality snaps back to him in a burst of sound. Law blinks, and his eyes leave the sky, returning earthward to find Luffy grinning at him in the way he always does, bright and warm. Yet today it doesn't begin to touch the chill that's wrapped itself around Law's core, refusing to let go.
"Leave me out of it," he says, and turns back to the insides of the Sunny.
He feels two pairs of eyes on his back as he retreats, and ignores the prickling along his spine.
Law snaps to awareness with the obnoxious hollering of the Sunny's resident sniper, and is promptly rewarded with Luffy's elbow nearly catching him in the throat when he sits up in an excitable, half-awake mess of limbs. Behind Law, Zoro's grumble is much more representative of his own quickly darkening mood, and as the swordsman's arm wraps a fraction tighter around his waist, Law has a brief, blissful second to believe that maybe he can escape what's coming.
Unfortunately, Luffy gains coherence quickly, each syllable out of his mouth clearer and more alert. "Snow?! It's snowing?! Snow!!" And soon enough he's shaking Zoro and Law both by the shoulder, laughing at any hands that try to swat him away. "Zoro, Torao, it's snowing!! Come on, get up!!"
As much as Law's perfectly content with remaining under the covers, he knows he's lost this fight when he hears Zoro sigh and start shifting away, cursing Luffy without heat as he sits up to stretch. Luffy hears nothing, bounding about the room to throw his clothes on, chattering a mile a minute, while Zoro throws his legs over the side of the bed to begin his own dressing at a more leisurely pace. Law's own efforts turn toward burrowing himself further in the still-warm pillows, and he only gives it up when he feels Zoro's hand landing on his shoulder to give him a second, gentler shake to rouse him.
Law's just sitting up by the time Luffy's standing in the doorway, arms folded and sandeled foot tapping in impatience. His eyes flicker from Law (still in bed, rubbing at his eyes) to Zoro (dressed, but stifling a yawn) before he lets out an exasperated whine. "You guys are so slow!! I'll come back if you don't show up!"
And giving them no time to retort, Luffy bolts off like a shot. Zoro snorts, ruffling his hair before moving to grab his swords and tuck them into his waistband. Law sees it from his peripheral when the swordsman turns back to him and pauses; his own eyes are fixed out of the window.
"Oi, get a move on, Torao. Luffy's already ahead of us."
"Then go," Law grumbles, and he must not be as transparent as he feels, because after a second of staring Zoro shrugs and follows after his Captain.
Law makes no hurry of dressing. He can feel the chill in the air as he moves, see the gray, overcast sky through the porthole window. He doesn't need to step outside to confirm the veracity of the report. Yet he still throws on his longcoat from Punk Hazard and finds his feet headed for the deck, moving with mechanical precision and zero input, hand white-knuckled around Kikoku's scabbard.
The sight that greets him is everything he expected. The lush green of the Sunny's deck is blanketed in soft white, and it's all chaos and noise as the Straw Hats revel, as they're wont to do for any little reason at all. Luffy's laugh is loud and grating as he engages in a snowball fight with Usopp and the cyborg. Brook is yohoho-ing to himself as he stands in audience to the war, with Nico and Nami talking to each other nearby. The cook is nowhere to be seen; likely to be prepping breakfast now that everyone's awake. And Zoro stands near Tony, smiling fondly down at the little reindeer busying himself with making snow angels, tiny limbs kicking up flurries as they move.
Law's eyes drift upwards. Lock on the heavy gray clouds clotting the sky, the snow raining down, melting as it lands on Law's skin and lashes. Feels a pressure bearing down on him, rooting him where he stands. Reminding him how small he is. How small he was -
"Torao, what're you just standing there for?!"
Reality snaps back to him in a burst of sound. Law blinks, and his eyes leave the sky, returning earthward to find Luffy grinning at him in the way he always does, bright and warm. Yet today it doesn't begin to touch the chill that's wrapped itself around Law's core, refusing to let go.
"Leave me out of it," he says, and turns back to the insides of the Sunny.
He feels two pairs of eyes on his back as he retreats, and ignores the prickling along his spine.