[Anyone else might see that tattoo and balk. And, well, it isn't like Maya doesn't look intimidated— the way her ears flick back for just a moment, how she eyes his hand and him and takes a breath.
But it's more than that; Maya is quite well acquainted with death herself. She can't help but think— isn't it something, that despite all different kind of worlds, that one thing connects them all?
So despite any fear, Maya paps her much smaller, bean-toed hand atop Law's. Her other hand clenches into a pumped little fist.]
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But it's more than that; Maya is quite well acquainted with death herself. She can't help but think— isn't it something, that despite all different kind of worlds, that one thing connects them all?
So despite any fear, Maya paps her much smaller, bean-toed hand atop Law's. Her other hand clenches into a pumped little fist.]
I'm in.