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Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)
After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.
He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.
He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

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He was glad when Brook finally took a seat next to him. If he noticed the Cat Ladies watching, he didn't let on. Why would he even care? This guy was way too much fun to let anybody spoil it!
"Wow, fifty years?!" Luffy echoed with wide eyes. "That's a long time to be without skin, eyelids or a heart!" Not that it was like people who lost all that could readily get it back, but that was beside the point. Actually, fifty years in general was a really, really long time. "How old are you, anyway? A hundred?" Unless he aged as a skeleton, but did skeletons age? Could they even poop?
"Nope, I don't remember seeing anything with strings," Luffy said with a frown. Cat Ladies were probably afraid the people here would break them. How boring! "I think they've got smaller stuff in there you might be able to carry around, though!" He'd have to put it on his list of things to get for his nakama -- metal for Zoro, and some cool instrument for his cool, new musician!
"Until we get something for you, you can sing songs, though, right?" the pirate captain added brightly. "You can sing, can't you?"
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The returned echo of fifty years caught in his ears (which he had as well!) and stopped his laughter a moment. It was a little different hearing someone else say it. Brook knew just how long it had been - a whole half-century since he and his crew had died in that god-forsaken Florian Triangle. But now others knew, or well, did know where he was from. Luffy didn't exactly know the story, not yet, but he would. Everyone would. And then it wouldn't be something only he had to know and remember. "Hmmm, the years would be... let's see..." Brook mumbled a little, raising his lanky fingers for a little counting math. How old was he really? "Eighty-... eight about-- yes, eighty-eight! That's how old I'd be! Though," he looked down at his hands, "Physically I'd be the age I died at. Forty-one then! I age well don't I?!" he asked suddenly.
Then his mouth fell. "What kind of musician would I be if I couldn't sing?!" 'Could he sing'? Really! "Any pirate should be able to sing, you know! That's a merry-making standard! Yohohoho!"
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A musician who could play anything, and tell jokes. Luffy liked this guy more and more!
"Eh!? Eighty-eight?! Wow!" Luffy leaned forward, peering at Brook curiously with wide eyes. This guy was old enough to be his grandpa, but he was right! He didn't look a day over forty! "That's amazing!"
Well, he was glad to hear Brook could sing! "That's great!" the captain said with a grin. "You gotta be able to sing songs and dance if you're a pirate!" Man, having Brook around was going to be so much fun!
It was about that time the intercom sounded, and Cat Ladies began to make their way towards everyone. Luffy stared up at the intercom, his arms folding over his chest. It was weird Martin Landel wasn't the one giving the announcement (that guy probably loved hearing the sound of his own voice), but the thought was soon squelched by the thought of food.
"You're really interesting!" he told Brook with a bright smile, trying to get a few more words in before they were separated. "I'm glad Future Me recruited you!"
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He grinned at Luffy's shock for his age. "Yes, yes, I'm quite old, you see! But I won't let that stop me! Even this old geezer can still sing and dance like in the olden days!" he announced proudly, "I'll be sure to do you proud as your Musician, Luffy-san!"