[He lets go and pulls away suddenly, reaching for every bit of self-control he has. Law isn't cruel, he doesn't want to humiliate him in front of some random version of himself that neither of them could have ever predicted existing in a world comprised of many worlds. The rules were set down to protect him, from himself. From his compromised mind, from how shaken up he gets, from how his existence has become almost cumbersome over time. And Law not being here isn't an excuse to change things, or throw away what he knows he needs to do for his well being.
He should probably consider that he's escaped his home without his staff, he's unmedicated, he's spent every bit of his spending money and can't find his way back, and he's without any real goals for what he's doing at the moment before he feels too proud of himself for turning down the use of a simple knife. But those things don't quite factor into this right now in his mind, the knife stands for something. The rest is just swept away.
He makes a sound, something that sounds more like a wheeze than anything else, and shakes his head. And he's done being mundane about things, that chaotic magic writes the note for him.
"I don't think it's safe for me to use it. I haven't eaten in a while, and my unfortunate mishaps only get worse when I'm weakened or tired."
There, good enough. Make it easy on both of them. And a piece of mango just falls off, a perfect clean slice, magic rushing through and moving it to Rosinante's open hand. There, that's better. No knife needed. And when he takes a bite, he really realizes how long he's been without eating, and it tastes more like fantasy to him right now than the reality of how a piece of tropical fruit should taste.]
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Date: 2019-02-22 12:09 am (UTC)He should probably consider that he's escaped his home without his staff, he's unmedicated, he's spent every bit of his spending money and can't find his way back, and he's without any real goals for what he's doing at the moment before he feels too proud of himself for turning down the use of a simple knife. But those things don't quite factor into this right now in his mind, the knife stands for something. The rest is just swept away.
He makes a sound, something that sounds more like a wheeze than anything else, and shakes his head. And he's done being mundane about things, that chaotic magic writes the note for him.
"I don't think it's safe for me to use it. I haven't eaten in a while, and my unfortunate mishaps only get worse when I'm weakened or tired."
There, good enough. Make it easy on both of them. And a piece of mango just falls off, a perfect clean slice, magic rushing through and moving it to Rosinante's open hand. There, that's better. No knife needed. And when he takes a bite, he really realizes how long he's been without eating, and it tastes more like fantasy to him right now than the reality of how a piece of tropical fruit should taste.]