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( graveyard: we're cursed..........3 )

[ since there's more of us now, let's set up a scene...ish. we're at the beach! hooray!! it's our government mandated party game!! hopefully everyone is going to be well behaved because law won't give two shits. he's already arranging this for some reason unknown to man. indulgences? indulgences....... everyone get your sins in. taps on watch???
of course there is booze because there is always booze. law does not perceive the meth. (if there is any.)
NOW!! EVERYONE. TWO TRUTHS & ONE LIE. ]

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Ask about what. [ A rhetorical, anyway, since he's making his way back to sand. ]
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Why you'd think it was a request.
[ it was a suggestion since. well. steven complained about having his clothes stuck to him?? and hello?? local man spends plenty of time by the ocean and knows better. not that you'd need that kind of life in the first place!! ]
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It's a joke, Law, ever heard of it? Or I guess I should call it teasing.
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also excuse you. he'll half-heartedly chuck his wet shirt towards steven. if it hits him then it hits him....if it doesn't then it also doesn't. goodbye shirt. ]
Shut up, the point still stands.
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He just shrugs! And makes a zip motion over his mouth. Alright Law! ]
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HIS SHIRT??? ALSO DON'T BE SO CHEEKY WITH THAT REACTION. Un-fucking-believable. he'll stand in the water mildly offended. as if they haven't acted their age enough as it is. ]