#unfortunately the k*dl*w agenda didn't blow out while i was away

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✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences or a snippet of an unfinished work

@theotherwhybietoldmeso & @killerandhealerqueen .... I return (but at what cost) <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I aggressively scrolled down and picked the part it randomly stopped at so ,,,,

Law found himself far too focused on that last part. He hid it away, nodding.

Dammit. The less he talked about or to Eustass Kid, the faster and cleaner this would go.

They reached another door, this one cut into the length of the hall, and Heat pulled up.

"Give me a second to give Boss a head's up." He stopped with his hand on the handle and glanced at Law. “Dont need to tell me. I'll make it quick.”

Law didn't argue. There was no use rushing in if he was going to hit the roadblock that was Eustass Kid's idiocy. Faster to let his crew get it by him. They seemed to have a system for worming things into his thick head.

Bepo gave a nod of acknowledgement on Law's behalf, and Heat headed in, slipping through the door and leaving it open a slither.

“Oi, Boss.”

"There you are, Heat.” Eustass' voice was pitched far flatter than usual. Less grating screech and more deep tremors below the earth. Lower than Law had heard it all night but close to how he'd spoken when they had been, if he was generous, strategising to use their awakened powers to finally take down Big Mom. “Did ya track down a quack yet? He keeps drifting off."

"We’ve got one,” Heat said, “but you're not gonna like it."

Blushing slightly, Bepo glanced at Law. As though they were eavesdropping instead of waiting like they'd been instructed to.

Law zipped his jacket up further, bringing it to his chin. “You don't have to stay.”

Bepo’s face set, becoming painfully determined. “I’m not leaving you here alone, Captain.”

Law hid his smile on the opposite side of his mouth to what Bepo was standing on, letting the corner twitch up.

"I don't care who it is,” Eustass said on the other side of the door. “Get them in here. Killer's—"

"It's Trafalgar Law."

The silence was stark. A shockwave climbing out of an impact crater, or the remnants of a bare seabed after the waves had been dragged out by the hand of mother nature. Promising ruptured ear drums or terminal drowning if you didn't get far enough away.

Bepo turned his determination on the gap between the door and its frame. Apparently trying to scare off the tension leaking out.

Ignoring the urgency growing in his hands and the impatience in his sternum, Law tapped the toe of his boot on the floor.

“Trafalgar?” As always, Eustass pulled Law’s name apart with his teeth as he said it. The meat of it coming off the bone like something slow cooked.

Law ignored the usual spark it ignited in his gut and tapped his boot again. Getting worked up wouldn't get him through this without a bigger headache.

“Wire figured he was closest,” Heat offered.

Gonna tag @schwazombie and @lolacouldnotcareless incase they've got anything they feel like sharing (but no pressure, of course) (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆