[... it looks like you rolled out of bed, actually. It's... nice. Like you have on a little less armor.

You really did roll out of bed, didn't you? And the thought of that...

... he is much less familar with the faint stirrings in his veins as that image hits him. Doesn't recognise it at first.

Instead he casually shoves his hands in his pockets, and tilts his head slightly to the side, like he would in a shogi match, cheshire smile on his lips and mischief in his stance. There are a few more crackling arcs of electricity traveling over his body. They fade. It seems it is safe to approach him.]

Aa... no? But it's a lovely view; it should be appreciated more often. [Eyes meet eyes and stay there. Law also doesn't need to look now. One glimpse is enough.] I tend to be up here every morning. It's a good place to warm up and focus for the coming day.

[Chuckle.] So you have. And I you. [Thinking about what was said in the conversation about neighbours... the woman ... ah that's where you are.] Third floor, yes? [He must be slipping; he's usually a little more aware of who lives in the building than this.]

[If you think his contracted elemental powers are bizarre, Muraki, what will you think of his true ones?]