[ahahaha that question. It always sounds so simple to ask, but the answer is so complicated and painful and not something he can even think about. Particularly now, when the antithesis of his reason for the name is somewhere in this very city, possibly even across the room. Law's face drains of any color, and he reminds himself belatedly to scout the room for that giant asshole.
Who are you aiming the satire at? echoes in the back of his mind.
Sorry Caedra, that is the worst question to ask, and it's a few moments before he can dredge up some sort of lame-ass response.]
Someone. Who meant a lot to me, once.
[admittedly there is also the giant heart tattooed on his chest but his button-down hides most of it. Just the top of the curve can be seen between the lapels.]
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Who are you aiming the satire at? echoes in the back of his mind.
Sorry Caedra, that is the worst question to ask, and it's a few moments before he can dredge up some sort of lame-ass response.]
Someone. Who meant a lot to me, once.
[admittedly there is also the giant heart tattooed on his chest but his button-down hides most of it. Just the top of the curve can be seen between the lapels.]