[ it's a weird kind of kindness to them both, tbh.
because after she gets on her knees and holds her hands out, he'll take the cup of coffee that he was drinking from and places it in her hands. or, well, he'll make sure that there'll be something to buffer the hot cup and her hands—a towel from the mini-kitchen or something.
once done with that, he'll take a seat next to her. rather, he sort of crowds her from how close he is as continues onward. ]
You've never had coffee before, right? Help yourself to a drink. [ he'll lean in close to her, hovering close to her. ] Try not to spill any of it on yourself.
That's a little easier said than done when I can't see...
[but she'll try to get the cup up to her lips? it's. definitely easier said than done, but she tries, and she takes a very, very careful sip once she gets it there, trying hard not to spill the coffee everywhere.
one, that would burn. two, her robes are white? it would stain?]
[ as she carefully takes a sip of the coffee, law is close enough/crowds her enough to where it would definitely be creepy if she could see him. (law is still blind to the googly eyes.) he hovers and has one hand hovering just below of the cup to catch any drops...probably.
more certainly is how his other hand will be help guide the coffee cup to her mouth and make sure she doesn't spill it on herself or him given how close he is. ( think of it something akin to this but far from being this romantic, cute, or loving... BASICALLY JUST THE CLOSENESS AND BODY POSITIONING-ISH.) ]
A loud electric bang shatters the romantic (??) scene as a bolt of heated plasma impacts the floor directly next to Law and HK-47 steps out from the doorframe
hope they had a good grip on that hot coffee!]
Demand: Explain what exactly it is you are doing in this room, intruder.
[his eyes are bright red, and the rifle begins to make a humming sound that's rapidly rising in pitch]
[sqx absolutely does not have a good grip on that coffee. she's also not expecting hk-47 to be here? excuse me? hello? he wasn't there before and now she's blindfolded and suddenly they're being shot at!
anyway, all this to say, she lets out a shrill scream and jerks back, probably splattering the both of them with hot coffee.]
...and now law has hot(!!!) coffee thrown/splashed onto his person. let's go with hands for the obvious choice and then some of his chest for the less obvious choice. ow?!? at least the clothing won't make things immediately miserable but his hands!!! his surgeon hands!!!! ]
Who the fu—
[ he's turning to look where that gunshot came from??? ]
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because after she gets on her knees and holds her hands out, he'll take the cup of coffee that he was drinking from and places it in her hands. or, well, he'll make sure that there'll be something to buffer the hot cup and her hands—a towel from the mini-kitchen or something.
once done with that, he'll take a seat next to her. rather, he sort of crowds her from how close he is as continues onward. ]
You've never had coffee before, right? Help yourself to a drink. [ he'll lean in close to her, hovering close to her. ] Try not to spill any of it on yourself.
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[but she'll try to get the cup up to her lips? it's. definitely easier said than done, but she tries, and she takes a very, very careful sip once she gets it there, trying hard not to spill the coffee everywhere.
one, that would burn. two, her robes are white? it would stain?]
...it's bitter.
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more certainly is how his other hand will be help guide the coffee cup to her mouth and make sure she doesn't spill it on herself or him given how close he is. ( think of it something akin to this but far from being this romantic, cute, or loving... BASICALLY JUST THE CLOSENESS AND BODY POSITIONING-ISH.) ]
Next time add some sugar to it.
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A loud electric bang shatters the romantic (??) scene as a bolt of heated plasma impacts the floor directly next to Law and HK-47 steps out from the doorframe
hope they had a good grip on that hot coffee!]
Demand: Explain what exactly it is you are doing in this room, intruder.
[his eyes are bright red, and the rifle begins to make a humming sound that's rapidly rising in pitch]
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anyway, all this to say, she lets out a shrill scream and jerks back, probably splattering the both of them with hot coffee.]
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...and now law has hot(!!!) coffee thrown/splashed onto his person. let's go with hands for the obvious choice and then some of his chest for the less obvious choice. ow?!? at least the clothing won't make things immediately miserable but his hands!!! his surgeon hands!!!! ]
Who the fu—
[ he's turning to look where that gunshot came from??? ]