After Two Weeks Of Solid Chaos Of My Doffy, I Suddenly Don't Know How To Write This Bird Anymore Or If

after two weeks of solid chaos of my doffy, i suddenly don't know how to write this bird anymore or if i ever did it correctly.

❤️ happy valentine’s day! ❤️

Accurate representation of how Corazon adopted Law

[ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them // (law) // [𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.]

　　　　❝ look, it's... it's fine... ❞

　the jig was up. after hours of the little boy giving rosinante sideways glances, making passing comments about just how much worse his already horrific balance was than usual, and questioning why he kept stopping so muchーlaw finally called him out on it. well, not so much law called him out on it, rather he quite literally kicked the answer out of him.

three hours into their trek to the next town, the spy reached his limit. his sprained ankle wasn't going to take him any further. not tonight, and not through the uneven terrain of loose rocks & jutting tree roots that was the forest floor. if he fell, there was a real concern he wouldn't be able to get back up on his own, and certainly not with the help of a twelve year old. and so, when he saw the entrance of a tiny cave at the base of a rock formation, a perfect shelter for the two of them, he jumped at the chance to convince law they should turn in early.

rosinante had it all planned out; he was going to send law to get some firewood, and use the moment alone to rifle through the little doctor's bag of medical supplies & fix himself up somehow before law even knewー

and then law kicked him. right in the heel. not intentionallyーhe must have just been walking too close & rosinante walking too slowーbut it didn't matter. the jig was up. rosinante was on the ground and yelping now, panting & muttering expletives for a solid thirty seconds before he finally composed himself up to speak again.

　　　❝ it's not a big deal. ❞ probably not the best idea to lie to a doctor.