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"Fucking brat!," Law hops on one foot, clutching his calf, blood slowly seeping into his jeans.
He wants to kick the blonde bastard into the wall but like always, his urge is curbed by the shaking, toddling twin who has the first aid kit in his hands, shifting on his feet anxiously.
"You spoil him too much, Rosi," Doflamingo scowls, wiping the blood on his knife onto a cotton rag he pulled from his pocket, "He won't learn if you keep coddling him."
"I'll show you learning, you son of a-," Law groans as he dodges the lunging blade, losing his balance and crashing onto the floor.
"Finish that sentence!," Doflamingo screeches.
Rosi places the first aid kit next to Law's knee before running to his older brother's side, placating the boy with a hug. Doflamingo deflating the second his younger brother's warmth envelops him.
Doflamingo doesn't know why this creep of a doctor took them in, why he tore those even stranger people that had offered Doflamingo the world to pieces, he doesn't.
He doesn't like the way Law looks at his younger brother, with his sad, lovesick eyes. No one but Doflamingo was allowed to look at Rosi, no matter how useful or nice they were.
"Fucking brat," Law repeats, staunching the bleeding with gauze.