Sorry, Am I Being Neurotic? My Bad, My Bad.

　　　　　❝ sorry, am i being neurotic? my bad, my bad. ❞

　anxiety or the alcohol, rosinante couldn't tell which was more of a contributing factor, but he realized he was probably rambling at that point. drake kept reassuring him, and he kept pushing the issue as if he needed to make double, triple, and quadruple sure. was it because doflamingo was a warlord now? that he successfully installed himself the new king of dressrosa? is that what had him so on-edge? that he wasn't just a common pirate nowーhe had power? if he could do that much damage all those years ago, what could he do now?

　❝ come visit me once in a while, i guess. ❞ it was the only suggestion he could think ofーthough, truthfully, there was no real way to stop the worrying. a little too late for that. even if he asked for the confidential details so he could truly understand what drake's movements would be, it probably would make him worry more. ❝ not hereーat my place in the north when i head back. if you're ever in that sea, i mean. at least i'll be able to see you're alive. ❞

While Drake's own views of justice were flimsy at best, and downright sketchy at worst depending on who you asked, he would never mess with anything related go Doflamingo. Drake didn't mind working with pirates, if it was a means to an end, and it would be the same for his mission. How many Marines had worked with pirates to achieve a goal while still maintaining their loyalty to the Marines? It was no different with Drake. However, at the request from Rosi, and his deep found respect for the man, he would avoid Doflamingo, despite Doflamingo being the least of his worries, given he was going to be infiltrating the nest of an Emperor for information.

❝ I'll avoid Doflamingo. Rosi...you're getting too worked up. I know what to do. ❞

Dull eyes followed the tall blonde, observing his movements as he finished his glass. It was eating Drake up inside, seeing Rosinante like this...because of him. But, there was nothing that could be done. Perhaps the old man could inform Rosi of what was going on. Only a select few truly knew.

❝ Is there anything I can say or do so you won't worry so damn much? I don't want you this stressed just because of me. ❞

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.

here you go, in other words, here's sanji's adoption papers ( sadly he ain't law but he did come from the north blue too so-- )

Child applications starting off strong. He's gonna give him a big 'ol hug. He will not harm his little mouse friends either.

META   +  romance?

a concept that, like most forms of love, pre-law, was kind of alien to him.

for starters, when i mentioned [here] that rosinante didn't view himself as having much of a futureーi don't mean that in a nihilistic way, i mean that in that sense he expected to die very young. he didn't know the how, the why, or the whenーbut he knew doflamingo was going to either kill him one day, or lead to him getting killed.

any sort of 'romantic' relationship he had during this period would have been something more akin to friends with benefits. the benefit of companionship, the benefit of sex or intimacy, it didn't matterーhe never pushed too hard because, whatever the relationship led to, he expected it be cut short anyway. there probably were strong feelings there, but he wouldn't allow himself to celebrate them.

there was no point in getting attached. there was no point in expecting long-term relationships with people who weren't in his immediate vicinity already, like his adopted father and co-workers. he'll be dead soon.

meeting law turned his whole view of the world upside down in more ways than one; he saw a lot of his brother's rage in him, but also... there was that same resignation he had. the same expectation that he was going to die, so what was the point of looking towards a future? it made him angry, and he didn't understand well into his six month journey with him why it made him so angry.

'stop, talking like that. you're going to live through this but, even if you don't, shouldn't you want to make the most of the time you have? live.'

it woke him up in a way he didn't expect and he allowed himself to start fully feeling love for the people & things around him. he loved his brother so much he was going to try to stop him, even if it killed him. he loved law so much he'd do anything to cure him, even if he went broke, was disowned from the marines, and never got to speak to sengoku again.

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but, in verses where he survives minion island, i feel like that is where he would truly shine and be able to call himself a 'romantic' or 'loving' person when he got a partner. the worst possible thing that could have happened to him happened, and... he was fine? a little fucked up, both physically and psychologically, but hey he lived. it made him realize he didn't want to have regrets when he did eventually die. he wanted to enjoy himself fully while he was still here.

i think, past that point, it would be very easy for him to fall in love, and even admit it aloud. life is too short not to love.

how does he look so normal but also so evil at the same time

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

39ft Anon! Can't send pics but I've filled them out in order! Bolded the Yes ones! Under 25, Cool DF, Law, Grumpy!!!, Daily ILY New Parent, Free food, Law, Surprise Hugs, Cringefail Likes Animals, Under 6ft, Free, Likes Law, Cottage Core Enjoyer Peace & Quiet, Problems?, Law, Flamingo Victim, Bad Parents Help when Injured, Morning Stretches, Law, No Parents, Call & Visit Fortunately- I've got a great mom, so some don't apply! But you're cool too, Rosi-san! And I fortunately haven't yet met Doflamingo, but I can't image it going well! (X's for Yes, O for no) [x|o|o|x|x] [x|x|o|x|x] [x|x|x|x|x] [x|x|o|o|o] [x|x|o|o|x]

i'll take it! rosinante still loves his giant child.