[video]

[hot_mes]

[day 2 of the dust storm and...yo, Hadriel, Dr. Asshole needs a favor]

I don't suppose there's anyone who can give me a hand with something.

[he shifts the video from himself, past an enormous black flag tacked to his wall, to a gaping hole in the wall of his apartment. There's already a fine layer of dust collecting like drifting snow around the edges of the floor.]

My place took some damage in the Null battle. Fixing it wasn't exactly a priority until right about now, and I'm not exactly a carpenter.

If anyone can take care of this so I don't have to sleep in the hallway outside, that'd be great. In return I can use my ability to teleport you in and out, or anywhere else in the city.

[but Law, why can't you just find a new apartment? He has reasons, okay.]

Comments

[hot_mes]

[jesus christ Harlan...]

still not going to be rushing out to experience it myself.

[but if he says it's fine Law's not going to argue. He'd be the first one to just pick up and keep going with life, so he'll allow Harlan - and Michael - the same courtesy.]

[ghostlocked]

good. dont.
u still need help movin?

[hot_mes]

no, got it fixed. mostly. at the speakeasy right now

[ghostlocked]

mostly?

[hot_mes]

it's not pretty but it'll do for now

[ghostlocked]

cool.
lmk if u need any more help w. it.

[A truce???

For now, anyway. Maybe. You're still an asshole, Law.]