Yawns loudly and stretches out like some overgrown cat.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Once again I am so very. Very normal. Still slowly digging the collection out of storage lmfao. Progress.

𝘈 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. It’s my birthday, I’m gonna be awol for a bit!

Is he high? Absolutely. Has he slept? Not even a little. Is he currently hyper aware of his own toes? Unsettlingly so.

Sips coffee through a curly straw. “Evening~”

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Went to the gym for the first time since I got injured and

Grins. “If ‘lunch’ means ice cream? I’m in.”

Another mouthful and he nodded his approval, a little less intense… but the enjoyment in his eyes still rang clear as day. “Mmm, how good a cup of coffee do you make?” The surgeon quizzed between bites, taking careful time to clean any frosting off his spoon each time. He wasn’t going to waste

“Mmmmmaybe. Maybe you’re hearing things~”

Oooh, Roronoa-ya. I do like a feral man.

“Well, yeah. What’s fun about pickles in ramen? Now pickles in ice cream…” Black painted nails scratch at his jaw, the surgeon contemplating the notion deeply.

A tilt of his head; he doesn’t need something else made, he can make his own food. Clearly. Still… “That cake you made WAS delicious. Hmmn.”

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Please understand that while my Law is promiscuous, yes, I myself rarely write smut. It’s reserved for not only ships but specially writers I’m comfortable with, AND only if I am in the mood/headspace. I myself am on the Ace spectrum, and while I can write it I don’t feel any need to write

“Three days?” Shrugging a shoulder and chuckling, Law fished a very crumpled cigarette from his pocket along with a silver lighter embossed with an elegant gold ‘L’. He placed the cigarette between lips, lit up and took a deep draw before continuing. Words accompanied with grey-blue +

ᴄᴀɪɴ. So does anyone else know about the One Piece character songs sung by the character’s voice actors (Japanese)? Because if not I feel like people need to be aware of Dr. Heart Stealer. It has no business being as seductive??? as it is in places it’s so funny.

“Are you kidding? It was a fucking delight. Don’t knock it until you try it, sugarpetal.”

He’d fished a crumpled, previously half-smoked cigarette from his pocket and placed it between lips to light, but her words give him pause. “You’re onto something there. Hotdogs without buns though. But pickles in ramen? Don’t be crazy, that’s boring as shit.”

He’s mixing and blasting songs throughout the Tang. Absolute fire mixes. He’s taking zero critique, your feedback will be fed back. Directly through your abdomen.

A grin and he threw the bowl down, hooked thumbs in his pockets and shrugged. “On the contrary, I deserve an award for it.”

Coffee? Good. Cereal? Good. Fruit rolls ups? Good.

Third secret option: awe. Obviously.

Drains that entire bowl. Then takes out a fruit roll up and uses it to scoop the last few pieces of cereal out. Delicious. “I think you’ll find I’m a culinary genius.”

ᴄᴀɪɴ. @unyieldingsword.bsky.social I uh. The way this isn’t even. All of them. I’ve just given up for now lmao, too late. Excuse the dust they’ve been living in a box. The onion the second is one of my faves. Also don’t with YGO cards, I sold all mine but I used to have tons.

Makes direct eye contact with her. Picks up that bowl and drinks the coffee cereal straight from it. While maintaining that direct eye contact. The whole time.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Cain don’t lose replies, challenge level impossible. I realise bookmarks exist. Why I continue to pretend they don’t is a mystery to everyone.

Brews coffee. Tips some cereal into a bowl. Pours his coffee onto his cereal.

Law was, as usual, struggling to sleep. Throughout the day he’d stolen moments of micro sleep, five to ten minute intervals, and it showed; exhausted eyes had packed their bags, they were moving out. On his way to the kitchen for coffee, the surgeon paused. Leaned against the doorframe +

If she’s sure, kissing isn’t nearly as fun unless everyone’s into it after all. He’s certainly persistent, or at least that’s a word for it.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Congrats, you gave Law cake. You’re on his Do Not Murder list. For now.

“Oh you’re gorgeous,” the surgeon practically purred at her response… though for once it was debatable if he were talking to her or the cake. The cake he immediately dove into without further hesitation; chewing, swallowing and licking the spoon clean afterward. “Mmmn…” the noise was almost +

“Oh absolutely,” he replies without hesitation. Admittedly he does have Observatjon Haki, yes. It’s not typically useful for sensing cake, however, as a rule of thumb… Still grinning he shrugged and gave her a gentle tug toward the town, free hand grasping his nodachi tightly as he gazed +

Oh? What a coincidence. They should kiss about it. So he thinks anyway.

Fuck Schrödinger and his cat. You want a pristine exhibit of something both alive and dead, take a look at me any time of day.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Okay I lied sorry. I now have to get up even earlier tomorrow so I’ll be going to bed. I’ll try be around more tomorrow.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I didn’t expect my Law to be such an interaction magnet so quickly lmao. I’ll be around later.

Collapses face first onto his bed. Thwack. Okay maybe that was his desk. Who cares. Fuck off he’s sleeping here now and it’s comfy as hell.

“Really? Well we gotta fix that!” Grinning he grabbed her hand, turning to the town before them and pausing. Not because he’s a wanted man with an absolutely insane amount of money on his head but because he’s in a new environment. Law turned to his pretty companion, all teeth and charm, and +

ᴄᴀɪɴ. Modern!AU Law. Old art, unfinished hence the lack of his vitiligo, bc I never painted it. First art I’ve ever shared since like 2012 even if it’s old af be nice /lh Edited bc my wording last post was off.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I won’t lie, Law is easier to interact with people on simply because. Even if he’s being false, even if he’s hiding trauma, even if- He’s way more sociable than Rufus and Ichiji lmao.

Law wasn’t one to concern himself with potential poisoning, after all it wasn’t as if he couldn’t simply… fix it… should things go wrong. So he slid himself onto one of the seats and leaned over the cake, eyes eagerly roving over the sugary treat. “What kind of cake is it?” The surgeon +

Lips part and the excitement in his gaze is unmistakeable, the air of anticipation around the surgeon positively tangible. “Strawberry cake, of any kind,” he answers quickly. Even his flirtation seems to have taken a back foot, for now, with the promise of sweet treats on the horizon.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. This has nothing to do with Law, in fact I attribute it more to Ichiji because it’s the song that plays during the Whole Cale Island arc but. Can I share my favourite One Piece opening ever? Like I challenge you to not get this stuck in your head.

Her words draw a laugh, even as he sits himself at a stood at the bar and slams a hand down with two fingers held up. “Whiskey.” The bartender gives him a scathing look, but in anticipation of money his attitude is ignored in favour of placing two glasses of ice and amber liquid down atop +

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I mean. Who’s shocked? Really.

Stealth Black, spit in my mouth.

ᴄᴀɪɴ. I should be sleeping oops.

Saviour of Souls? Was that her epithet? It was… ostentatious, to say the least. Egotistical even, if she’d perpetuated it herself. “Oh, titles is it? The Surgeon of Death, then,” he replied with a shallow shrug. Knowing her to have a reputation did change things some, however. Law lead her +

“That’s not a ‘no’,” he points out as he follows her, still grinning across his entire face at the prospect of sweet treats and kisses both. Still, if someone was to ask him what he was more exited for? He might actually struggle to answer.

His response to her offering her name? A sweeping bow as authentic as you’d expect, all the while those golden eyes linger on her own. “Trafalgar Law, sugarpetal,” he offers. His epithet of ‘Surgeon of Death’ is known well enough he doesn’t feel the need to free it, and if the lady doesn’t +