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Law was usually the last person he wanted to hear any critique from. Coby’s latest interruption to what had seemed to be usual Marine affairs had more than ruffled feathers and stirred the pot. And though he had no intention of making enemies, his moral compunction couldn’t allow him to sit still, to stand by when he so vehemently disagreed with the idea of withdrawing supplies and aid to a recently-impoverished island. So where paperwork and formal requests had failed, taking matters into his own hands hadn’t.

And he couldn’t read if Law wanted those supplies for himself, or had some other motive in mind, but regardless – the captain knew he was in trouble of some kind.

“… I can’t sit by. I don’t regret it!”

   The Vice Admiral stares at the young Captain standing before him. Golden eyes are cold, calculating in a way that causes great unease in those he scrutinizes. He can get most marine officers to squirm beneath his gaze because that is his job. Being a member of Marine Intelligence and the Vice Admiral that heads most if not all internal investigations he is uniquely qualified to get the truth out of people.

   In this case his task is to find out what happened to the recalled supply shipment. A task he probably didn’t need to take on himself but when he figured out the culprit he decided stepping in would be the best idea. Can’t let a promising kid with a good heart get booted because he’d acted on kindness instead of logic. That’s not to say Law doesn’t think he’s an absolute idiot because he most definitely is.

   “Ah, damn it,” he groans, a tattooed hand rising to cover his face. The determination on the boy’s face is just too much. It is so genuine, so caring. It makes him feel sick and admire the boy at the same time. There is a deep breath, the Vice Admiral controlling his anger and frustration. He can’t take the supplies back now.

PUTS ON GLASES AND SQUINTS SUSPICIOUSLY

“....Bitch.”

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   Idle feet wandered, carrying him nearly all over the archipelago yet he could remember naught of how he had gotten to its edge or onto the marine vessel -- only that he had hoped to find a place to fish before the other crew members had appeared. A chance of peace before they would undoubtedly be sent on another bought of adventures with little down time. A hand rested leisurely at the top of the swords on his hip, digits twitching, now becoming aware of the eyes that looked his way as he walked through a corridor to which now seemed to suddenly harbor a steadily growing amount of marines. Admist elevating suspicions, he was called and then shoved with some effort round an adjacent corner. Muscles tensed in defense at this act -- a brow furrowing as knees bent ready to prepare a strike. Yet hesitation stiffened him to his place and allowed his remaining eye to study the one doing the shoving. Endearment crept itself over goggles that sat lopsided on a forehead and the worried way that words were uttered. The same determined urgency laced care that had been similarly given many years ago.

Coby: ~worries that Layla will read important docs but doesn't~ Calm

Layla: ~steals all her father's DenDen and prank calls/flirts with high officials ~

      🕷How long was her father expecting her to stay in this cramped study? Damn him , damn him to the lowest levels of hell. She’d spent so much time running from the law only for the one person to catch her to be ‘family’. 

           Most orphans would be thrilled to have their parents back but the more Layla learned about her father the more she regretted chasing the dream of her parents. Now she was a prisoner, not much she could do with the sea stone cuffs on.

            Aside from trash his office, which she had promptly done and was now throwing a stress-ball she’d found in the drawer against the far wall. Obeying the rule to stay put but not the ‘be quiet’ part several people had come to check on the noise. All learned that she had a hell of an arm on her for throwing. 

            Thump. Thump. THUMP.