#inquiries;

❝ .. What in the fresh hell is a 'video'? ❞

Every day it was something else. Something new to be introduced to. At this point, he was starting to feel as though this was all an excuse to try and re-integrate him into the world of the living, despite his usual protests. Though he'd also come to know her well enough that when she set her mind to something, there was very little anyone could do to dissaude her.

So he stares down at this.. Thing currently restring in his hands and prepares himself for yet another pointless lesson in the affairs of modern day man.

He was wondering why she insisted on dragging him all the way here. The question was, why did he ever even bother to agree in the first place? He should have seen this coming. In fact, he most likely did. Chalk it up to yet another momentary lapse in judgment from the Surgeon of Death.

Dancing wasn't something that Law did. In fact, he never danced before in his entire life. Needless to say, he was well outside of his comfort zone being put on the spot like this. Then again, being around the Straw Hat crew was just a never ending string of pushing him outside of his comfort zone.

Honestly, they were such a frustrating bunch. Putting up with them was so utterly tiring. And yet, he continued to do so, despite his complaints. His hand reaches out to accept her own. And, despite still putting on that trademark grumpy expression of his, leads her towards the dance floor.

❝ .. Tell anyone about this and I'll stick the cook back in your body again. ❞

The veil of the night offered very little in terms of visibility. Even so, he could still see her face clearly. As close as she was, she shone even brighter than the moon lingering in the sky and painted their otherwise dark surroundings in colors so vivid they were almost blinding. In this one moment, shared between no one but the two of them, he had never been happier to be alive.

His fingers intertwine with her own. And with a reassuring smile he whispers back to her.

❝ I know about your vices too well, Nami-ya. And that means I know better than to think you'd ever be interested in someone like that. Even for all the money in the world, you'd never settle for a scumbag. You're the kind of person who won't settle for anyone but the best. And you don't deserve anything less than the best. ❞

.. Wait. Oh god what is he saying.

He recognized his face from the part time job he was working at currently. Not that they'd exchanged many words besides the occasional greeting between colleagues, but he seemed to be a good guy, at least. That made it all the more frustrating that he happened to run into him here. And now, of all times. Thankfully the gloves he was wearing hid what he didn't want him to see, but he was already too curious about what he was up to.