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[bedlamwolf]

Lawby: Cat Bed

“Roby?” Law asked, looking around confused, “have you seen my hat?”

“Your hat?” she asked.

“My hat. I know I had it when I came in,” he told her, continuing to search the living room.

“Well, where was the last place you remember having it?” Roby asked, confused as he was. Law wasn’t normally one to misplace things, especially not something as important to him as his hat. That would be like misplacing his sword, which she noticed was currently sitting in the umbrella stand.

“I thought I put it on the side of the couch here, but I can’t find it,” Law told her, tossing couch cushions on the floor in a panic.

“Hey, watch it!” Roby snapped at the surgeon. He’d almost hit Onni with one of the cushions.

Preoccupied with his cavity search of the couch, Law ignored her, muttering something about getting back to his ship before the tide went out.

Roby went over to pick up the carelessly tossed cushion and noticed that Onni was curled up on something white and fluffy. Curious. She didn’t remember buying him a new cat bed. Moving closer to investigate, she realized that Onni’s new “cat bed” was actually Law’s hat.

“I found your hat,” Roby said, scooping up the cat and giving him a cuddle. She handed the hat over to Law, who sniffed it and made a face. 

“This smells like cat,” he complained. He gave the hat a few shakes to remove the cat fur before jamming it on his head. “Why couldn’t your mangy mongrel use a proper cat bed instead of my hat? It’s going to smell for days now.”

“Onni isn’t mangy!” Roby told Law indignantly, giving her cat another cuddle. “No, you’re not mangy, are you sweetie?” Roby nuzzled her face into Onni’s fur. “That mean old man called you mangy, but you’ll show him, right?”

“I’m not that old,” Law groused.

Roby ignored him and continued nuzzling and talking to her cat. “If that mean old man didn’t want you to use his hat for a cozy cat bed, he shouldn’t have left it out then, huh? Maybe next time he’ll put it somewhere safe.”

Rolling his eyes, Law collected his sword from the umbrella stand. He bid Roby farewell, all the while muttering under his breath about crazy people who treat their pets like children.

Even so, Roby wasn’t particularly surprised when a package arrived a few days later addressed to Onni. Inside was a short note.

Dear Onni,

Please find enclosed one deluxe cat bed. Also, stay away from my hat.

Sincerely,

Trafalger Law

[bedlamwolf]

Brownies

Vincent was in the kitchen baking when the biologist came in from her early morning swim.

“Morning Wendy,” he said with a cheerful wave.

Vincent slowly backed away from the towel and palmed a nearby spatula in case he needed to defend himself. “Koala let me in,” he said, gesturing to the brunette sitting on the other end of the kitchen counter.

“I made you some tea,” Koala said, pushing a steaming mug towards her roommate. She was used to diffusing the other woman’s explosions, and hot tea almost always did the trick.

Trying to be helpful, Vincent pushed a plate full of warm cookies towards the two women. Koala thanked him, but he only earned a glare from Wendy.

“I thought we agreed you would stop letting strays in the house,” Wendy grumbled as she took a sip of her tea.

“I don’t think Vincent qualifies as a stray,” Koala responded. “You did make him after all.”

“It was just an experiment!” the biologist wailed. “He wasn’t supposed to stick around! How was I supposed to know he’d just keep coming back? Why is he even here?”

“I think he likes you,” Koala told her, pushing the plate of cookies closer to Wendy. “Look, he made you cookies.”

“Cookies are not a nutritious breakfast item,” Wendy stated before stuffing a cookie in her mouth. “Mmmm,” she murmured happily, reaching for another cookie. “Fanks, Vimfent.”

“You’re welcome,” Vincent told her sadly. The way the biologist was stuffing her face with cookies reminded him of Luffy. His beloved Luffy.

Luffy was sitting at the table surrounded by brownies. The smile on his face was so big that Vincent thought his face would split in half if it weren’t made of rubber. 

“I love brownies!” Luffy announced happily.

“I know you do,” Vince said with a smile almost as big as Luffy’s. “Open wide!”

Luffy obediently opened his mouth and Vincent popped a brownie in. Barely taking the time to chew, Luffy swallowed and opened his mouth again. Vincent popped another brownie into the pirate’s mouth.

This happened a few more times before Luffy got impatient and grabbed the plate of brownies out of Vincent’s hand. Practically inhaling the brownies, Luffy reached out and grabbed another plate filled with marbled brownies. When those were gone, he moved onto the chocolate frosted brownies. And then the M&M brownies. And the walnut brownies. And the peanut butter brownies.

When the supply of brownies was finally exhausted, Luffy leaned back with a happy sigh.

“I love brownies,” he repeated.

“So you liked them?” Vincent asked as he shifted his chair closer closer to Luffy. Wrapping his arms around the slim pirate’s waist, he put his chin on Luffy’s shoulder. “Which kind was your favorite?”

“They were all my favorite,” the pirate proclaimed.

“But if you could only pick one?” Vincent pressured him.

Luffy frowned for a second before turning to face Vincent with a giant smile on his face. 

“Then I would pick you so you could make me all the kinds!” Luffy declared, obviously pleased with his cleverness.

Vincent squealed before tackling the pirate in a hug and burying his face in Luffy’s chest. He nuzzled the pirate happily for a few minutes before looking up into Luffy’s tolerant face.

“How do you feel about cookies?”

[caramelalmonnd]

Shenji -- Rain

Written for your viewing pleasure by WeevilWendy - Sanji peered out the porthole in his cabin and sighed. It looked like it was going to be another wet and rainy afternoon. It would have been an ideal day to stay indoors, but Luffy had raided the pantry (again) and Sanji needed to head into town to restock the supplies. With the way this crew went through food it was practically a miracle he managed to keep them all fed. Heaving another sigh, Sanji threw a bag over his shoulder and went out to brave the rainstorm. Shen quickly darted under the awning of one of the vendors at the outdoor marketplace. The rain was starting to pick up again, and she wanted to get her grocery shopping finished as soon as possible. Unfortunately, everyone else in the market seemed to have the same idea and she found herself being crushed between the throng of bodies and a crate of eggplants. Squirming, she tried to edge her way towards the sweet potatoes, but only managed to make it as far as the green onions before the wall of bodies became a solid unmoving mass. Making a face, she subtly tried to elbow between the two people in front of her, but she only got a couple of glares for her effort. This was not going well. Shuffling a few feet to the left she tried pushing her way through again. She earned a glare from one side, but the other immediately moved out of her way to let her through. “Thank you,” she told the man with a relieved smile. “You’re quite welcome, my lady,” the man in black responded. Before she could turn around, he put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer. “I believe we have met before. Shen, isn’t it?” After getting over the shock of his manhandling her, Shen took a closer look at the cook. Recognition dawned in her eyes. “Sanji? When did you get back into town?” “Only a few hours ago,” he told her with a brilliant smile. “Just seeing your radiant face has brightened this rainy day! Oh, how my heart soars to be near you, my kumquat of desire!” Shen giggled over his theatrics. Kumquat of desire? All that shipboard living must have addled his brain. Even so, it was nice to see a familiar face in this crowd. The rain was beating down steadily now, and all the market goers had flocked to the shelter of the awnings. Shen found herself pressed against Sanji as the crush worsened. “Pardon me,” she said to him as the crowd continued to push them together. “No, pardon me,” he told her as he began to casually kick the people surrounding them. “I failed to protect your delicate being!” Bodies flew out of the shelter as Sanji continued kicking. A few moments later, the two of them hurried away from the now-angry mob at the marketplace. It seemed the crowd preferred the relative safety under the awnings to chasing down the pair in the pouring rain, but neither of them wanted to stick around to try their luck. Shen clutched her small sack of sweet potatoes as she ran next to the pirate-cook. Sanji had insisted that “her delicate being” be protected from the rain, so he had removed his shirt and was holding it above her head as a makeshift umbrella as they ran. By the time the pair reached Shen’s house, both of them were soaking wet. (She hadn’t had the heart to tell him that the thin shirt had quickly become drenched and provided little protection from the downpour.) Before Shen could decide whether or not to invite him inside to dry off, the man had taken off with a smile and a wave. Looking down in a daze, she realized she was holding his shirt. He had pressed it into her hands before he left, saying something about ensuring they would meet again. Shen slowly raised the shirt to her face as she watched his retreating form. She inhaled deeply, expecting the cook’s shirt to smell like cinnamon or paprika. With a spluttering cough, she tossed the shirt away from her face. Tobacco, slightly rancid fish, and cheap cologne! Ugh. That shirt was going straight into the laundry!

[bedlamwolf]

Candyland- moving in

Koala shifted her bag as she waited for Wendy to open the door. The apartment was small without being cramped. Every spare space was lined with books, and there wasn't a television in sight. "Sorry about the clutter." Koala repressed a snort, after living with Sabo and some of the boys; it was hardly what she would call cluttered. Wendy continued on, showing her around, "It's not much, but it's just me so... I guess you can make yourself at home?  I'm sorry; I don’t usually have people over much."

The resistance member smiled, even though she didn't feel it.  "That's alright!  You'll hardly notice I'm here at all."

"Oh dear. I didn't mean that I didn’t want you here. I'm just not used to people coming over.  I haven't had a roommate since college. " the s slightly smaller woman huffed, " I'm not good at this whole 'social' thing, it's so much easier in books. I just meant that you don't have to worry about offending me or anything if you have some weird habits or sleep weird hours or want to walk around with your pants off..." she turned red. " Shutting up now."

The brunette chuckled to herself as she dropped her bag on to the futon and watched as Wendy busied herself in the kitchen with two mugs. She was still blushing slightly from what Koala could see so she turned her attention to exploring the small apartment with its many books and plants. A small tank sat next to the futon where some fish watched her intently. Further exploration uncovered 3 long thin swords, causing the resistance member to pause. She hadn't expected to find something like that. "Wendy-chan?"

"Yeah?"

"What are these?" she gingerly held up a sword.

Brown eyes glanced up as a hand tucked a stray lock of black hair behind her ear before returning to the mugs in the microwave. "Oh, you found my rapiers. Do you have a preference in tea, Koala?"

"Green, please. Milk if you have it. Why do you have these?"

"Hey, that's how I take mine!" Wendy grinned up at her before shrugging. "I'm in SCA is all. I started out as a fighter, but... Armor and weapons upkeep is expensive, so now I just to dance. Tea is ready."

Koala walked over to the small counter, impressed a bit with the quiet woman she'd met at the candy store. She wondered if there was any way of talking Wendy into joining the resistance if she had any more hidden skills. Sipping the tea she noticed her new roommate was no longer blushing and smirked into her cup. "So tell me; do you often walk around without pants?"

"Oh dear..."

[caramelalmonnd]

Candy Land-- Candy Land

The woman standing in front of Wendy was far, far too skinny. Not just skinny, she was even lanky. She looked like a strong wind would do more than just steal the (admittedly awesome) hat she was wearing.

Wendy leaned to her left slightly to see around the girl, and took in the long line to the candy shop till they were waiting in. She didn’t often splurge on sweets, but it was lucky she decided to today. She could now see that the only thing the girl before her was buying was a little bag of jujubes, which she was holding to her (disproportionately) well-endowed chest.

“Is that all you’re getting?” Wendy asked before she could stop herself. The girl turned and looked at her, surprise evident, and Wendy went on, “I think you need a bit more than that to fill out.”

“Fill out?” the girl asked. “I’m perfectly fine with my weight, thanks.”

“Well, I’m not.” Wendy took the girl by the hand and steered her out of the line. “You are way too lanky.”

“Lanky?” she repeated. Wendy, at this point, was a bit taken aback at her own boldness, but the girl seemed to be amused more than anything else. She was smiling as Wendy dragged her towards the chocolate section.

Wendy and the girl, who at some point offhandedly introduced herself as Koala, loaded up their arms with both novel and traditional candies that Wendy, shocking herself, promised to buy for the other. She did grab one raspberry dark chocolate bar for herself, though.

“I think I’m going to need someone to help me eat all this,” Koala said, smiling at Wendy.

“Oh no,” Wendy interrupted. “You better eat all this. I don’t care if I have to come and monitor you. You have to fatten up a bit.”

“Monitor me?” Koala laughed. “I think I’d like that.”