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"Of course you're a trap," Law sighs. "You're one more thing to keep me in this blues-damned kingdom."
Sanji snorted.
"Fine trap I am, seeing as you disliked me immediately," he replied.
Law went very quiet.
Sanji turned to look at him and Law cleared his throat.
"I… may have been... overcompensating."
Sanji looked at him blankly.
"It's not a secret that I'm very interested in the Germa biotechnologies," Law snapped defensively. "The flight mage Sora had five children, the firstborn was the girl, and the rest were boys."
"'The rest', huh."
Law rolled his eyes.
"What, you want to test me? First of the sons is Ichiji, the fire mage general sparkling red. The second son is Niji, the lightning mage general electric blue. The third son is Sanji— "
"Who is not a mage or a general."
"No, but they didn't know that. Everyone just thought you were a late bloomer, or a void mage, and thus stealth black. That's definitely how they marketed you."
"'Marketed'," Sanji repeated. "What were you reading again?"
"Scientific journals." Law said defensively.
"Mhmm."
"Fine, and the comics," he muttered. "It's not my fault your family has good merchandise."