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~♥THIRTY-ONE♥~

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[.......Wait what?

Masaomi wakes up on the 19th (post event), and starts his day as normal (well aside from waking up a bit later than normal) until he realizes WAIT, WHAT about two or three different things all at once. He promptly gives up any semblance of a normal morning, instead opens his journal and writes/draws the following entry:]

[image not drawn by me, found on image search]

What can any of you tell me about this [arrow up to the Luffy sketch] guy?

Is he suave?

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[Law's already there at a table, with a bottle of something blue in front of him, and a glass with more blue liquor in his hand.

And then he blinks.

What is that? A pet giant mouse? Whatever it is, it's awfully cute.]

Oi, Masaomi. Over here. Who's your friend?

[Only about a foot tall so not that giant yet. But... he'll take up a seat next to Law] My new partner, apparently.

[The pichu... doesn't seem to disagree with that]

Partner?

[He does not understand. Law is not acquainted with Pokemon.]

What's his or her name?

[He will also get around to ordering drinks soon. Just as soon as the Pichu stops monopolizing his attention with the adorable.]

W-well... I'm still deciding on that. She just hatched about an hour ago.

[He totally wants to name her "Linda" but Gold said that was lame. the Pichu, once Masaomi is sitting, is going to get off his shoulder to leap on the table now. It's worth noting she's giving off some static electricity even now, so Masaomi's hair is a bit weird as a result]

Aa... I'm sure it will be a good one. [He smiles at the Pichu and outstretches a finger to rub her behind the ears (and totally cheating with Tsinku to avoid any shocks)] Right, little miss?

I can hope so!

[Note the minor electrical burns under his chin. Or don't. Volt Tackle sob. But right now, the pichu just isn't going to shock so much as just continually give off some static, complying with a little sigh as the rubbing before squirming away. Hmph hmph]

[Oh, he sees those war wounds. But in keeping with continuity with Katara's thread, he won't comment on them (yet) and therefore offer to heal them.

Instead, as the pichu has had enough of his fussing:]

Anything I can get you to drink?

[Except his Romulan ale. Your liver is not ready for that]</small.

To tell you the truth, I'll follow your recommendation.

[He knows his drinks.. a little. Not well at all, really, so he'll just play it up]

[Hmm...]

Guess the question is... how fast do you want to get drunk? I'd recommend something like beer or sake, personally. The morning after is not as bad. And hard liquor... well, if you're going to brave that, I don't recommend it straight for you yet.

Something like a rum and coke with a bit of lime would probably be good.

[...Lime sounds good.] Rum and Mt Dew?

[Thinking about that. Thiiiiiis cocktail comes to mind.]

Shouldn't be too bad. Rum and vodka tend to get on well with any kind of soda.

Well then it seems to me we got our man.

[He said with farm ore fake confidence than was needed]

Seems like.

I'll go grab that for you. Along with some water for the little miss.

Aaaahaha, thank you.

[And he'll devolve into petting pichu]

[And off he goes. To return soon with Masaomi's drink and one of those little glass wine carafes, filled with water, and an empty sake saucer.]

This is for you. [And he'll put the saucer in front of the pichu and fill it with water.] And for you.

[Sweet. He doesn't waste time, taking the first longer sip immediately and then sighing when it's done. He barely even tasted it, he's just desperate for some distraction.

the pichu, as it is, is going to examine it a moment, and then lean over to lick it up as a cat might]

[Law for his part is going to take a measured sip of the Romulan ale, eyeing that sip-near-gulp with a watchful gaze.]

Bad morning, huh?

[Rhetorical question.]

Hahaha, that's obvious, isn't it?

[SOB]

And mutual. That too.

[GULP. Welp. Time for a refill.]

... just don't down it too fast.

I'm nooooot. [Except his next sip is another near gulp of way too muchness. Cough. Oh well.]

It's stupid. Pointless.

Everything that happened this week?

[Sip. Let's lance the wound and drain out what's preying on your mind, Mister Masaomi.]

You could say that. [Sigh. Sigh and hanging his head] Yes, or you could say... what happened... on the eighteenth...

... you had an encounter with the fruit, didn't you?

Yeah~ I did.

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