@melpcmene Said: Was It You? Did You Do All This? (baby Sanji) / [ ]

@melpcmene said: ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ (baby sanji) / [𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒]

　❝ uh-huh! i hope i won't get you in trouble, but a kiddo like you shouldn't be stuck clearing tables on a nice day like this. don't they give you days off here? ❞

　rosinante was a slow eater. well, he could eat fast if he were in a rushーbut that was generally a bad idea. his gag reflex was sensitive, but especially so when eating or drinking too fast. he needed to allot more time in between bites, aiding himself with copious amounts of water, otherwise he would choke or spit things up. it was a trait about himself that he still genuinely found embarrassing, whereas his clumsiness was something he had grown to accept.

eating as slow as he needed to sometimes guaranteed he had been the last person in the dining area on at least a couple of occasions, late enough for him to start taking notice of the routine the workers would do when clearing plates and changing tablecloths in between mealtimes. he figured he would give it a try.

scientists have been working around the clock to devise a solution to this problem--

i want to do the 'are you rosinante's type' thing but, as we established yesterday, 95% of you are his children now, so 95% of you are not his type.

i know he looks like this 95% of the time he’s not undercover but it doesn’t register in my brain as normal

*looks away* the sea is in the blood. but i'll be more than happy to share cigarettes while Thaddeus terrorizes Law~

law babysitter! law babysitter!

@ikkaku-of-heart asked: "Have you been to the doctor?" / [miscellaneous angst starters.]

❝ is that your polite way of asking if i'm clumsy because i might have brain damage? ❞

　rosinante's tone was dry, but he wasn't offended if that's really what she was getting at. he had heard worse but, honestly, he couldn't blame anybody for thinking that. his clumsiness was a sight; it almost seemed to defy the laws of physics sometimes.

there's no way a man should be thrown that off-balance by a simple friendly shove, yet somehow could participate in combat exercises with the crew just fine. there's no way a man should be that bad with stairs, yet could somehow scale his way up a wall by just upper body strength & the friction of his books. there's no way their captainーa man that was calm & moody but undeniably cool in his appearance and demeanorーwould think so highly of this over-zealous, sunny idiot.

it didn't make sense. he didn't make sense.

　❝ well, if i didn't before all this, i must have some by now. but it's not so much my brain as it is my body, if that makes sense. ❞

uta is sorry she isn't law but she's small and cute

he will accept that she doesn't like law right now, but this is gonna have to change. guess it's time for the 'get along' shirt.