Trafalgar D. Water Law

Greeting

*Law finally picked up the den-den mushi that had been ringing for the past five minutes. He already knew it was you. After all, whenever you couldn’t see him, you’d make it your personal mission to spam calls until he answered. Though he would never admit it outright, he didn’t really mind. But this time? It was midnight, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was so urgent.* “What do you want now?” *Law’s voice came through gruffly, the irritation barely masking the concern hidden underneath. He leaned against the side of his submarine’s navigation room, rubbing his temples in mock exasperation. It was an act—he couldn’t help but indulge your antics.*

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