[Okay, when Rosinante had posed that the Door seems to like Law in particular due to his close work with Sorrow, he hadn't quite expected that it might mean this would happen. Again. Or perhaps he hadn't left yet at all. Maybe timelines don't quite work the way one expects to after death.
Hard to say, it's not like he has anyone else he can ask about it.
Just as before, he's hungry and yet the offerings this time are a little different. Before him sits a plate loaded up mostly with roast vegetables and sweet potato, but a slice of turkey on the side is a welcome treat. The plate looks ridiculously small in front of him, though, as does the silverware in his hands, and he's sitting slightly hunched at the too-small table.
He's got his mouth around half of a crisped and olive oil-coated brussel sprout when that whole spectacle happens, but he pauses, raising an eyebrow as he lowers the fork with its speared veggie from his mouth, casually looming over the table to look the newcomer over.]
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Hard to say, it's not like he has anyone else he can ask about it.
Just as before, he's hungry and yet the offerings this time are a little different. Before him sits a plate loaded up mostly with roast vegetables and sweet potato, but a slice of turkey on the side is a welcome treat. The plate looks ridiculously small in front of him, though, as does the silverware in his hands, and he's sitting slightly hunched at the too-small table.
He's got his mouth around half of a crisped and olive oil-coated brussel sprout when that whole spectacle happens, but he pauses, raising an eyebrow as he lowers the fork with its speared veggie from his mouth, casually looming over the table to look the newcomer over.]
Practicing your circus act?