Oh, A Whole Three Hours? My Mistake. That's Plenty Of Sleep, Rosinante Muttered Sarcastically. He Was

　 ❝ oh, a whole three hours? my mistake. that's plenty of sleep, ❞ rosinante muttered sarcastically. he was careful to keep his tone on the lighter side as to not unintentionally start an argument, which was a real possibility when law was exhausted like this. from his seat on the floor, he leaned forward on one elbow as he listened, forehead scrunched sympathetically. ❝ i can imagine, i mean... i know how important she is to you. ❞

even during those short six months rosinante & law had traveled together back when law was a child, the spy recalled just how attached he had become to their little boat. it was their home, their bedーsomething he would vent to, something he would personify. there were a lot of memories on that little boat. and that was just six months; law had been sailing on the polar tang for the last ten years. he couldn't imagine how much stronger that fondness was after living on

　❝ do you think getting a new vessel means you'll have to scrap her, though? why not... leave her with me? ❞ he suggested. ❝ at my place, i mean. you could still get a new ship, but... you can see her anytime you want. that's a compromise, right? ❞

"i slept three hours last night," the heart captain sighs, glaring a little at the blond although in more of a sulky way than anything. he's not sure if he ever had a healthy habit of sleep, even as a child, he was guilty of reading under the blankets until dawn more than one night. however, law knows cora tends to be worried but there is little he can do, he's just too stubborn to try and let go of bad habits. "recently, the polar needs more repairs, not the youngest ship anymore. i guess, it's time to start considering a follow up but giving up home, it's not so easy... it's also not like i could simply get a new submarine but a normal ship seems odd as well." he sighs deeply, it might be an odd worry but it had been on his mind, how to tell his crew about it? the polar had carried them for more than a decade now.

Easily falling victim to making purchases of heart shaped items. Sorry for believing in the power of love.

part of me is like "i'm neglecting my boy!" but also, between talking to rabbit at length about our various takes on this guy and also writing something completely different offline that's rosinante-centric, technically i'm not.

{—Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to his wife Anna Dostoevskaya 28 augest 1879}

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