#cnigiri

Pudding made one, a big one! Huge, in fact! inhale. Really? The first one who dared to show up is a guy who does not understand the phenomenal sweet kitchen?????

The winding canyons that the island of Rabirinsu were known for were, admittedly, quite beautiful in the setting sun. The massive quartz walls were streaked with an assortment of colors. Blue faded to green which transitioned to yellow which melted into pink which became orange. It was as if a giant child had decided to test their new paint set on them. It was chaotic and beautiful, and Ikkaku would appreciate them a hell of a lot more if she and Zoro hadn’t been staring at them for the past three hours.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she shouted, glaring at a withered, pale yellow tree that stood in their path. She was sure of it now – that was the exact same tree they’d passed twice already. “How’d we end up here? Again?! This is absolute bullshit!”

The engineer yanked at her curls in frustration. The canyons were quite infamous. They held a rare ore that was supposedly capable of being smelted into a metal that was nearly as strong as Seastone, but they were also said to be dangerous. Some monster was said to have made its home within, but more than that, supposedly they were so twisted and confounding that event an expert navigator could get lost. Ikkaku had doubted they were that bad, but she’d still insisted on being the one to lead the way when Zoro had agreed to come along to protect her while on her little quest. She was no Nami, but she was pretty good at finding her way, and she’d made contingency plans.

Apparently, the stories had not been exaggerated. The trail of string she’d attempted to leave to guide them back? Something had chewed through it within a mile into the canyon. Arrows she drew on the wall? Wiped away or distorted. Trying to navigate by the position of the sun? The walls were so high that much of the sky was totally obscured.

“I swear, this place has something against me personally,” she grumbled petulantly, throwing her backpack to the ground. She’d knew she sounded ridiculous, but this was utterly frustrating and embarrassing. If the walls weren’t so damn high, she’d consider just climbing out, but unfortunately, anytime she considered building a makeshift grappling hook, her stomach would twist and remind her that she had a nasty fear of heights. With a sigh, Ikkaku sat on the ground and began pulling out some supplies. She’d at least come prepared for a few day’s travel. “And if we’re this lost when there’s daylight, I doubt we’ll have any better luck in the dark, so we might as well make camp.”

@cnigiri​​ asked: tracing along one of his tattoos , curiously tilting his head .

' What hurts more , scars , or tattoos ? ' 

Bother Law Time

   A hand touches his skin without permission so of course Law’s instinctual reaction is to tense and reach for his sword, but the doctor is quick to notice Zoro’s innocent curiosity. So he forces himself to relax, reclining more comfortably against the tree as the Straw Hat swordsman traces the black ink marking Law’s forearm.

   “That depends,” he eventually answers, watching this touch with a bit of curiosity. Law has both tattoos and scars so maybe he is the best person to answer this but every scar is different and every person’s pain tolerance is just as varied. There is no sure answer here.

   “Are you including the the wound that made the scar in that pain thresh hold?” he asks, the doctor well aware that he’s going to go into an explanation Zoro was not entirely asking for. But this is what you get when you try to ask a scientist a question designed for certainties that don’t exist. “Or is it what remains after a wound has healed? Then you gotta ask what’s the nature of the scar. Is it simply in the muscle or does it mark something more vital? Does the knotted scar tissue push against the nerve or were the nerves severed?

   “Then you gotta ask about the tattoos. Different areas in the body hurt more than others because of nerve clusters and bone proximity. Getting them can hurt or it can feel as harmless as a tingle. Most of mine didn’t hurt at all but I am made from stronger stuff than most,” Law does pause now, sighing before he shrugs. After all, he’s pretty sure that question was more about his personal experience.

. . . do you want like . anything special?

“Definitely not Japan anymore.” He hops into the air and lads at the back of a bar, the night sky was filled with stars. His nose caught the scent of so much alcohol and tons of humans. Wherever he got sent to, at the very least there were still human inhabitants.

A groan as he noticed before smacking his head 'because people don't like an asshole oogling over them and approaching with the demeanor like what you had. I bet you I could get a girl to ask me for dinner before you get one to even accept a kiss to her hand." He responds pointing.

          “Don’t be ridiculous! You’re not even interested in girls, you don’t have an ounce of game in your entire body!”