Part Of Me Is Like "i'm Neglecting My Boy!" But Also, Between Talking To Rabbit At Length About Our Various

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.

　　 ❝ three eye? mm... i haven't heard anything. sorry. ❞

　not that rosinante was exactly a well of knowledge when it came to the comings & goings of the surrounding area. he lived in the middle of the woods, for seas' sake, and the only 'news' he was concerned himself with following was the morning paper and keeping his ears open for sightings of a boyーno, no, he would be a young man nowーin a spotted, white fur cap.

but, still, the three eye people were a rare sight, he knew that much. doflamingo had told him so; they fetched a high price at the auction house, he remembers him saying. tribe members were supposedly highly sought after due to their ability, among other things, to read ponegylphs. because of this, rosinante could only surmise they were deliberately trying to hide themselves out of fear of persecution. fear of being hunted. he could empathize with that.

a single sighting of a member of the three eye tribe was certain to attract attention, so him not being able to recall anything recently solidified his thinking. the moment the statement left his lips, he was taken in by her obvious disappointment. he almost wanted to apologize. but offering his home seemed like an okay consolation.

　❝ well... i have some spare rooms here, if you'd be interested. i live by myself currently, so you're more than welcome to stay as long as you need. ❞

the disappointment on pudding's face is hard to conceal even though the poor man has done nothing wrong - another place that has nothing to do with her ancestor's land, no sight of them whatsoever and at this point she's starting to think that they might not even be around anymore.

"well, that's a bummer." voice trails, map put back inside her pocket. this brings another problem - what to do next; in any other moment pudding would have given up and gone back home, her life is still there and all she has to do is picking it from where she's left it. would her citizens still want her as minister though? are the ministries even a thing still? sigh pushes past lips at the thought - albeit safe and coddling, pudding knows well that her old life has to stay in the back and the future ahead is what matters the most.

"uhm, three eye?" hand raises slowly, fingers pushing bangs aside from her forehead to show her own third eye. "i'm looking for them but i guess this is another dead end." gaze studies her surroundings for a moment, wondering whether to go back to the town she came from or the next. "do you happen to know where i can find a place for the night? i definitely need to gather my thoughts before continuing to chase ghosts."

　rosinante leaned into the playful atmosphere, letting the shove knock him over (though, as clumsy as he was, he doubted law could tell). he grinned. ❝ hm? what face? my face always looks like this. ❞

a walk sounded like a solid plan; although the circumstances were different now, when they were traveling rosinante remembered circling his & law's campsite for hours during nights where it was too dangerous to not keep watch. too much unpredictable wildlife nearby. too many citizens from neighboring villages & towns eager to 'put down' the boy with the last-remaining case of white lead disease to eradicate it for good. walking was the only way to ensure he stayed not only awake but alert.

it was also probably better if law could power through his sleepiness for the rest of the day, and perhaps even exhaust himself into getting a better night's sleep.

　❝ alright, kiddo; walking it is. how about we get some food, too. when was the last time you ate? a full meal, not just rice crackers or a single leftover onigiri. ❞

golden gaze follows the pattern on kikoku's scabbard, fingers tapping thoughtfully against it as if he could figure it out somehow. his personal thoughts and emotions belonged behind when it came to everything related to the crew. they are a team, and making decisions together is an important part of their flawless work. while it is his duty as a captain to ensure he can provide them with a ship, a home, it would be wrong to think of the future of the polar tang without the others.

"i will talk to the crew about it, see what they think about it. that conversation is overdue either way. i avoided it for as long as i could, but i guess it's better to do it while we still have the time so they all can prepare for it eventually."

the pirate leans in before giving the taller one a playful shove. "why are you making this face? i know i'm a bit serious, but…" inked fingers adjust his hat, giving him a moment to shelter his expressions. "let's go for a walk. i feel some fresh air and moving legs will do good after little sleep." there he goes again, failing to be any good with words. how is it that this gets harder the older he gets?

I really really wish I was a cat, I’m not built for this capatalist society but I am built for sleeping 19 hours a day and knocking things over

ray chase the man that you are