☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear
It was unclear whether Law was asking for fashion advice or coming up with a random conversational topic with the purpose of killing his boredom. If the question was legitimate, then he must be very desperate to seek advice from a man who lived most of his days baring freckly skin under the sunlight.
Ace did not care much for questions of fashion. In fact, he could not care any less what people wore, his reactions not going beyond the knitting of his eyebrows or the opening of his lips in circular shape whenever the ensemble in question was of a peculiar or extravagant nature. - Law’s taste in apparel quite fitted this expression, for Ace did not know of anyone who loved furry, fuzzy, fluffy clothes as much as grumpy old ‘Roo’ did.
First he blinked at the question. Then, he blinked again and after doing so twice, Ace answered Law with his own query.
“Why? I thought you liked the clothes you own. I mean, why would you wear them if you didn’t?” The latter part of this intervention was peppered with giggles because, apart from all the teasing component of this reply, Ace knew he was of no help when clothing was the matter du jour and, were it a question of life and death, depending on him, any asker’s scales would tilt to death’s side.
Real talk, though. “You should wear what you already wear. I can’t think of anything else that would suit you”
Those pelts and voluminous tops Law liked to much, normally branded with his Jolly Roger to boot, were such a big part of him Ace had trouble imagining Law wearing, say… blue shorts, an orange cowboy hat and a bare torso! Fuzzy hats and frilly collars were just part of the visuals that made Law ‘Roo’.
♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at
As for what Law was good at… The question was a tricky one, wasn’t it? Law was good at a handful of things and any of them would have provided Ace with a good answer were the things not so good themselves: he was good with profanity, great with sarcasm, phenomenal at disfiguring bread and send it flying to its death (a non-good deed on the account of it being wasteful), Law was also good at getting Ace frustrated, angry, afire and even embarrassed.
But none of that did Ace voice because he was not so bad at this thing of being humanly decent and did not wish to upset Law for no good reason. Law was a humanly decent fellow as well - it should not be hard to come up with something pleasant to his ears.
“You’re good at all that medical stuff” Sure, he had to be, but might as well say it. “You’re not so bad at fishing either”
It was one of Ace and Law’s big pastimes, as well as other outdoor activities. Having spent his childhood in environments of the kind, Ace could still release boyish chuckles at what could be regarded as playtime and make light of the more dangerous aspects of forests, woods and jungles. As for Law… Ace suspected it was the peaceful, lonely existence one could lead when in a bucolic landscape he liked - only he did not have to be truly lonely for it.
“Hey, that ain’t a bad idea! When’s your next free weekend? We should go camping”
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