Oh, Nothing Invasivedon't Worry!

❝ oh, nothing invasiveーdon't worry! ❞
not that rosinante was curious to know such things anyway, but law would probably, definitely, without a doubt try to stab him again if he ventured anywhere close to 'too personal' territory. it wasn't as if there was any moral dilemma stopping him now; he was a doctor. any wounds he inflicted he could just fix later. plus, the ex-marine wasn't exactly versed in all the different ways law had learned to use the devil fruit he gave him all those years agoーbut he had learned law had adapted it to be used during combat, which could guarantee danger in his future if he wasn't careful.
❝ i'm just... surprised. law's still the same snappy little loner that i remember him being when he was a kid, y'know? getting him to talk about anything too personal is like pulling teeth. i literally had to almost bleed out in front of him to see him cry for the first time. i know he's a sweet kid inside, but... it takes a lot of pushing to get there. you're clearly someone really special to be able to do that. ❞


"Ah-" Little did the man before her know that while Nami appeared incredibly confident in her relationship when she was with Law, that she very much was the type to blush when it came to discussing their relationship. Perhaps the allied pirate captain's combined embarrassment and enjoyment at being one another's is what had Nami along his lap or throwing her arms around him. Little things like grasping his hand in public and stolen kisses while everyone was watching was just an added perk.
Of course his Cora-san would want to know more, but it didn't mean she was prepared in any way to talk about it. Pushing past the flush of her cheeks she nodded. "I don't usually kiss and tell, but I might be willing to make an exception depending on the question."

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❝ yeah, yeah, that’s what all the fussy kids say: ‘i’m not a picky eater, i've just got better tastebuds than you.’ ❞
agitated as rosinante was, he wasn't oblivious to the fact he should appreciate moments like this. the moments where law wasn't giving him disinterested, one-word answers no matter how hard rosinante pushed, or what topic he brought up. the times where he was quipping with him to encourage conversation, rather than snapping at him to cut it out.
it was a good indicator of two things; the first was just how much more comfortable law had become with him. gone were the days where rosinante would have to tether one end of a rope to law's waist and the other to his own wrist so he could tell if law was trying to run off in the middle of the night. while there was still resistance on occasion, law didn't treat the donquixote like he was his captor anymore and seemed to recognize that he was at least safer with him than he would be alone.
the second thing was law's general mood. when he acted like thisーmischievous, or fussy, or bratty in an endearing wayーhe, at the very least, hadn't fallen too far into another of his quiet, depressive spirals. he, at the very least, wasn't suffering from a flareup of his white lead symptoms so bad he would actually ask rosinante to carry him for once. politely, even. never had rosinante been so concerned to hear a 'please' or 'thank you' in his life than when he heard it from the lips of his favorite little runt.
❝ how's the pain today? ❞ a routine question. one that was essential when dealing with a kid as fiercely independent & closed-off as law, who would no doubt try to convince rosinante he was 'fine' up to the point he was literally spitting up blood if given the chance. ❝ give me a number: one to ten. the closer you get to ten, the worse you feel. ❞


A frown etched across the boy's face - a battle waged within him, concealing the vulnerability that lurked beneath his defiant exterior. Yet, the subtle nuances of Corazon's sympathetic tone pricked at the edges of his consciousness, a sensation that he tried vehemently to ignore. there was truth to his words and law could hear it. he could sense the emotion hidden behind the apology given to him. perceptive beyond the understanding of most his age. he would never admit to his own naivety in not picking up on the kindness behind the older man's gesture at the time. law's brow furrowed, the expression almost unreadable as the gears in his mind ground against each other. his eyes flicked toward the blonde as he spoke, his gaze hard and sharp - a defense mechanism against the feelings of guilt that began to bubble up within him.
❝ cora you have no reason to apologize to me. . youre not the one running away from me at a moments glance nor are you speaking a certain way nor giving up on me you're.. helping me ❞ he muttered. his gaze downcast. he was quiet for just a brief moment, watching rosinante work, and decided to help him to the best of his ability, pausing when there was a thud behind him. he turned to catch a glimpse of the blond who had somehow fallen onto his backwards. cringing at how the pinecones dug into back. the blond was certainly clumsy. he mindlessly approached to ensure the man was alright before he spoke up.
❝ and for the record, ❞ law said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ❝ i'm not fussy. just someone with discerning tastes. ❞ his body shuddered at the mere memory alone of the extreme saltiness of the umeboshi. the whole moment he even took as an act of betrayal. maybe even revenge on corazon's part for what he had done to him.
