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"Toraaaaoooooo! I'm hunngryyy~"
Luffy pouted, rubbing his stomach as it let out a pitiful growl. They were heading some cafe that the surgeon had wanted to try. He said he didn't care but when Luffy brought up the place's name, those golden eyes lit up, if only a fraction. It was kind of adorable honestly, but the teen new better than to say something like that out loud. Law was grumpy by nature. But a grumpy AND pre-coffee Law was almost as scary as a mad or money hungry Nami.
"Tu es si impatient." You're so impatient. The surgeon drawled, voice uncaring though Luffy caught the slightly concerned expression flashed his way. "We're literally on our way to get food right now."
"I know. I know." he closed his eyes, ignoring the flood of vibrations from his phone as the chat went into a frenzy, likely going crazy over Law's use of French. "I eat too much, right? I told you already, it's not like that. Well it used to be, back when...." he trailed off, before shaking the dark thoughts away. They were over now, no point in reliving it. The camera tilted from its perch on his shoulder and he shifted to catch it with hurried hands and a sheepish laugh. "Whoops! Sorry guys, I almost dropped you. But yeah, don't worry Torao, I told you, I was always this way. I'm hungry all the time."
The surgeon didn't respond and Luffy held in a sigh, knowing that it was pointless trying to reason with the man. Sometimes he was too serious for his own good. Hopefully going out would help bring in some fun!
He wondered if what they were doing now counted as one of those date things Nami was telling him about a while ago. They weren't holding hands, but one was tucked nicely in Law's jean pocket and the surgeon had yet to move away. In fact, the other had stuck rather close, close enough for their legs to brush every so often. It felt like an accomplishment and silently he preened, feeling proud of himself. The surgeon tended to hate contact that he didn't initiate-- preferably on unconscious victims laying on his operation table. So the fact that Law was getting close, and all on his own was great!
It made Luffy feel nice.
"Heya chat!" the 17 year old sang, whipping out his phone to stroll through the messages. "Let's play a game!"
"A game?" Law drawled, raising a singular, thin eyebrow. The sight made the surgeon look nice. It was a face that Luffy thought he should make more often. Very pretty.
"Yeah! Since this stream wasn't really planned, I figured you guys could like, ask me questions and stuff!"
The remark got a dry glare. "That's not a game idiot. That's literally just Q and A."