Takasugi hadn't intended his question to dredge up any serious contemplation; Law's silence is unexpected. But Takasugi waits through it, focus unrelenting even as he begins to realize he's lost the taste of liquor in his mouth.
He'll need a new drink soon.
The admission that he'd make off with the head makes the pause worth his patience. Takasugi chuckles, not because Law has just painted himself among the untrustworthy types such as himself, but because he's acted like stealing someone's head would be a favor to them.
Good intentions can be so macabre.] I'm not the sort to collect skulls as trophies.
Or keep a severed head safe and warm until its body finds its way. [Not so goth. Not so charitable.]
If I found a head alone on the street, I think I'd pour it a drink. [That's his brand of altruism. After all, a talking head surely would have some stories to tell.]
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"Actually a disaster" That makes two of them.Takasugi hadn't intended his question to dredge up any serious contemplation; Law's silence is unexpected. But Takasugi waits through it, focus unrelenting even as he begins to realize he's lost the taste of liquor in his mouth.
He'll need a new drink soon.
The admission that he'd make off with the head makes the pause worth his patience. Takasugi chuckles, not because Law has just painted himself among the untrustworthy types such as himself, but because he's acted like stealing someone's head would be a favor to them.
Good intentions can be so macabre.] I'm not the sort to collect skulls as trophies.
Or keep a severed head safe and warm until its body finds its way. [Not so goth. Not so charitable.]
If I found a head alone on the street, I think I'd pour it a drink. [That's his brand of altruism. After all, a talking head surely would have some stories to tell.]