Another groan, eyes closing as he leans heavily against his hand. Emil clearly doesn’t care and he is fine with that but it’d be better if she just left him alone with his misery instead of helping. When his crew try to help him he knows they are well meaning and it comes from a place of love. With her it just feels sarcastic and mocking. Adds to his irritation. For the most part she just offers solutions she knows he won’t agree to. For one thing, if he wanted a massage he would ask Ikkaku for that, not the manic random chick currently hanging around with his crew. At least she kept the reasoning in mind. Shows she listens to him somewhat.
Then she comes out with something he probably should have expected. He sighs, sagging even more. Law, for the most part, is quite casual when it comes to sexual encounters but there is an unsaid rule that exists on the ship. Since he is aware of everything that happens on his submarine the crew has agreed to keep sex off of the sub and he’s elected to follow the same rule. Keep things on a level playing field.
“Even if I was attracted to you my answer to that lovely offer would still be a no,” he mutters. “Got an unsaid decency rule.”
Her words continue down their annoying path, right into that less than flattering attempt at mimicking him. Law’s hand slides onto his face, a new and longer groan getting pushed into his palm. He is too tired for this and way too done with everyone’s shit. She’s lucky this level of insomniac exhaustion makes the use of his powers risky.
“Fucking hell. Every time you open your mouth I hate you all the more,” Law snarls, pushing himself up and letting his chair scrape backwards because he really doesn’t care about the noise. He snatches up his book, snapping it shut and tucking it under his arm. Shoulders slump, hands getting shoved into his pockets. Before he trudges from the room he adds something more.
“Feel free to brain me with a clean, emphasis on the clean, bed pan. I won’t stop you. But if you do, go get Uni after. He’ll know what to do with me regardless of the outcome.”
An unsaid decency rule so unsaid it was the first time Emil's ever heard about it. It would explain why she was yet to sense any Heart get indecent with each other. She had attributed it to them being purely platonic; familial to the point any sexual interactions between each other felt gross. Perhaps it was both.
Holding a retort back, she tapped her fingers on her chair backrest. Was it finally the time to give up? To minimalise the damage? Law was like a parent of a friend; if she wished to interact with the friend at their place, she would face the parent, she wanted that or not. The best option was to get along with the said parent but if their personalities just weren't exactly compatible, a quiet lack of engagement was the next best thing... Would be hilarious if it ended up being the correct way to gain his begrudged approval.
On one side, Emil thought it the best course of action, on the other side - the mischievous and disobedient one - it itched her to keep on babbling just because he had pretty much told her to shut up.
Emil gave out a quiet hum, turned and left - an acceptable loophole forming in her mind.
She found Uni and told him only that she needed his help and a clean bed pan. They got one and it wasn't long after that Emil approached Law again, Uni's sleeve in one hand and the pan in the other. She waited till Law at the very least faced her before she opened her mouth. She said nothing, only opened her mouth wide, as if he was to look at her throat.
Act back on the 'each time you open your mouth' but go with the decision to just quietly not engage him first? Check.
In a smooth but telegraphed and slow motion, Emil lifted the pan to Law's head to gently tap him.
"Here, Uni." She tugged him closer to Law. "He told me to get you after I hit him with a clean bed pan. Thank you." She had heard Uni could naturally produce some kind of drug. She guessed that was what Law wanted.
Twirling the bed pan between her palms, intending to return it to its place, Emil turned away to leave, finding it frankly hysterical that he had told her she was free to brain him with a blunt object, yet he didn't 'trust' her enough to let her touch him.
