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~♥TWENTY-NINE♥~

[Masaomi has been dreadfully ill since, well... since about Nagisa's party and going to look for a starfish the night before. Since then, well... he passed out there, barely made it home, and had been nursed ever since. He was slightly delirious though all this, and he relied on Saki to get him through things while working on autopilot. He wasn't able to really move much himself until about the 29th or so. After that you might have seen him going in and out of the kitchen. But had he not seen Saki as much somehow...?

This pattern lasts until he wakes up about three PM on the 3rd. He's finally feeling better, and is able to pick up the journal, flip through things, and then go check on Saki and... she's not there. He searches the apartment, is it just him or is it more empty. Finally, he goes to make a filtered message to her to see if she's around...

And. She's not. The filter breaks.

She's gone.

Gone.

He got back his cell phone a while ago - he hasn't opened it, really, but after Fray gave it back to him the only thing he used it for was that thing with the texts and "Tanaka Taro." But. He flips it open to see Saki's picture in there. His grip tightens. They never even talked and she's gone.. completely gone. He begins to shake. The rage lasts a while and he tries to calm down enough to make a little post saying she's gone. and finally... two hours later, he thinks he is]

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Everyone. Ah, I - I... [...No, he can't do it. He can't be calm]

Son of bitch! No! [And then he throws the cell phone clean across the room. It hits the wall with a loud sound - it's not broke, not quite, but the battery pops out of the back and the screen cracks. But who cares. Now, now? His voice is pained beyond anything people have heard in Luceti since about when Mikado was sent home, but this pain is different - Mikado's was cold fury, this one is erratic fury and sorrow and... well yeah]

Why now?! [Voice break] Why- dammit, [He grits his teeth] Dammit!

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Know where I live?

Ah- no, actually.

I'll come get you then. I don't usually give out my address over the network.

[Save for that one time... but he had been so filled with grief he had relented. And he had put an unhackable filter over the information.

Better safe than sorry though.]

Edited 2012-01-06 06:36 (UTC)

...Not now. I've got places to be.

[Made plans? This is not worrisome at all.]

Yell when you want picking up, then.

Edited 2012-01-07 02:37 (UTC)

I will, I will!!

...Laaaaw-san.

Oi. Masaomi. Still at the apartment?

[Eyeing the booze on the table. Yeah. Sake should be okay for this. Not too strong. Good coping drink for beginners.]

Ah, actually... Katara's leading me there.

Aa. Alright. I'll be waiting for you two.

[... he should be putting tea too. For Katara if she wants something too.]

Roger that!

[And he'll be waiting until footsteps approach and at that point he'll get up and crack open the door.

And then make a noise of surprise as Sumire (who had been lurking in wait all this time) makes a dash out, running over his foot in the process, to eagerly greet the new arrivals.]

[Ah-ha, that rascally cat. Katara immediately steps forward a few inches to crouch and claim it.]

Hey there.

[And Masaomi just... lurks behind. Just a tad. Wow that cat actually looks a bit intimidating]

[Tiny ball of black fluff intimidating? Must be the orange eyes, because while Sumire is six months old and going on seven, she's still small even though she's grown quite a bit.

Or maybe it's because she can be so forward in her affections.

See her purring and trying to rub her face against Katara's as soon as she's claimed.]

Oh thank you, Katara. [Law makes a noise between laughter and exasperation.] Sumire, you know you're not supposed to be out of the house.

[Katara just gathers Sumire up - much to the cat's protests, affection is fine, but having any sort of freedom curtailed?]

I'll just drop her off inside.

[Masaomi just... follows suit. Into the house, that is, following Katara still silently]

[When Law suspects said cat is in the early stages of heat? You better believe it. No kitten-surprises for him, thank you.]

I'd appreciate that. [And things are feeling more than a little tense over on Masaomi's end - the nervousness is literally jumping up and biting on Law's senses. And it makes things awkward.]

Oi, Masaomi, you've eaten yet?

[Let's try breaking the ice here.]

[Just walking right in like she's done it a hundred times before... which she may very well have... and not letting go of the cat until the door closes behind her.

She glances at Masaomi when Law asks that question, not knowing the answer herself.

...and also takes in the set up on the table there. Huh.]

Aah... hah. [And he forces a smile, itching the back of his head]

Not... really.

[Law's gaze slides to the table and to the single bottle of sake (which he had gotten into while he was waiting) and a couple of ochoko, and back to Katara. He's... not sure what that look is for, and in turn his expression turns slightly confused. Masaomi's certainly old enough, plenty of pirates his age... and he wouldn't not offer a drink in this case. It's customary to share one in bad times with friends and good acquaintances.

... really not sure...]

Rather get some sleep right about now?

[Yeah... awkward.]

[No particular look at all, actually - just a curious one in Masaomi's direction. Regardless of what she thinks of it in general, right now alcohol would eventually help Masaomi sleep and... she doubts he'll get much of it otherwise so. Good.]

Sleep might not be a bad idea.

[She sets Sumire down and turns to address Masaomi. How to say Are you sure you're going to be all right here? without just. Insulting everybody.

Besides, he's about as 'all right' as he's going to get.]

Unless you're hungry? I could help make something, if you want.

[Stick around, make sure all food is eatable, ease the atmosphere, ect..]

[...Katara to stick around sounds nice to him. Despite the late hour, despite agreeing to stay with Law, the idea is incredibly comforting to him right now. Mostly because he just wants to leech off of Katara as long as possible right now . . ]

I'm hungry, yeah.

[Sumire pads around Katara, rubbing against her, and then walks over to sit at the feet of the other visitor, gold coin-like tag (imprinted with one very familiar Jolly Roger) swinging slightly.

Law on the other hand is already moving to the cupboards.]

Any preference? I've got some rice still left in the cooker... and uh, fresh fish in the fridge. Some eel I could grill. ... vegetables. Some miso. Tofu. Soba. Curry fixings...

[mutter mutter]

What else do I have...?

[Well it is Trafalgar's house. And it's Masaomi's stomach. So Katara will just. Glance inquiringly at this.]

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