♠ valentine’s day | @pilawforhire

Every now and then, Law’s bored mind would tell his equally idle tongue to busy itself with spouting what Ace could only classify as gibberish. Expensive words he did not comprehend out of them being medical jargon or big words with many syllables. Shit, even Law’s surname was hard to pronounce, which was why Ace had conveniently shortened his more commonly known name as ‘Traffaroo’. Law’s speech tended to proliferate with words Ace had little patience to decipher.

Ace watched Law deliver his fruity monologue with a gaping mouth and an overall express of a deer entranced by a vehicle’s headlights. What the hell was he talking about? And who still said ‘swell’ in this day and age?! Slowly, as he repeated Law’s mumbo-jumbo as best as he could in his head, Ace understood a couple of words such as “peach” and “cantaloupe” - as for “weed”, Ace didn’t find its use odd at all, even in so odd a context.

“That’s some bad poetry there… Do people actually read that stuff?” If only Law let Ace read from that piece of paper currently locked under his thumbs, Ace might understand the message and give Law some credit for trying to be a sweeter prick than he usually was. “You sound hungry. Are you hungry?” 

He beamed at Law in the hopes his morbid friend would say yes and they could have lunch. But, quickly deciding he couldn’t risk Law answering ‘no’ and postponing a meal, removed the paper from Law’s hands, folded it, pocketed it, and with an arm around Law’s houlders pulled him to the front door. His mind was set on pizza, like always.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, you know?” Ace asked, a finger pointing at a woman using a pretty bouquet as a whip, snapping it against her questionable lover’s back.  “Looks like it’s just me and you, Traffaroo”

Not a bad thing, if you asked Ace.