"Aow!" The grainy voice came in over the transponder snail. "Why the hell're you calling me?!"
Always such a cheery greeting. "You were the one who wanted to talk." You dipped your pen into the inkwell, dabbing away the excess.
"Yeah-" Franky's contorted grimace was evident even through the snail's unmodified face- "But I meant for you to come over for that! It's SUPER boring if you're not actually here to talk!"
"Well, unfortunately, I am on house arrest for the next few months. "
Calling it house arrest was possibly a little much but in your case it was pretty accurate. You could leave Pangaea if you wanted to, but only with a significant escort detail. Which made any trip you'd make pretty much worthless all things considering.
Plus you had way too many documents piling up for you to look over. This gave you some time.
You circled an odd figure on the document before you. The payment should have been made with Marine funding, so why was this person asking for reimbursement? You made a mental note to report the individual to Kong.
"Aow?! You still there?"
"Sorry." You suddenly realised that been silence for a little too long. "Sorry. I was trapped in thought for a little bit. What I meant to say was that if you wish to talk to me, this is the only way you are going to be able to do so."
"Aw c'mooon! You don't think y'can sneak off for a short bit? You're pretty good at that kinda shit."
Your pen paused a moment. It was tempting. Very tempting in fact. And in any other scenario you would have jumped at the chance to leave. However this time Doflamingo had... ahah... kindly offered to dispose of any military personnel if you ever wanted to go out. He'd been... quite graphic about it.
So. Paperwork it was.
"Not this time I'm afraid." Your pen began circling once again. "You are going to have to wait a few months until you see me again."
"Damn. It's SUPER annoying to have this SUPER badass arm I've built without anything to judge it against. It ain't exactly something you can talk about over snail." A muted guitar chord echoed over the line. "The sadness reminds me of a song..."
Your lips curled despite yourself. Typical Franky and his dramatics. They'd been annoying at first, especially when you'd been trying to go through a serious conversation, but you'd grown quite fond of them by now.
"Now now..." That was one paper done. You set it aside and picked out another from the incredibly tall stack. "No need to worry. I will be coming down in the near distant future after all. I've had so many messages begging for me to come to Enies Lobby that it's cluttered up my inbox completely. Might as well make the trip productive and make a slight detour."
Franky grimaced. "You still in touch with that douchebag? But the guy's an absolute idiot!"
Which was precisely the point, and why you'd pushed for his appointment in the first place. It hadn't been hard; he had been the previous Chief's son after all, and the government was strife with nepotism of various magnitudes. The only way for the government to abandon their secret services was to prove how utterly useless they were, and Spandam was an excellent tool to do so. The man was a fool. A complete and utter fool. Hardly any of his employees respected him, and the decisions he'd made were so ridiculous that it'd only take you a single nudge for CP9 to come tumbling to the ground.
However it would be suspicious if other people caught onto that scheme, so you merely said, "True, however I need to actually appear to tolerate him at times. To keep up appearances."
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Broken Faith
Fanfiction[F!ReaderxASL] It's hard sometimes to accept who or what you are. That thought came to you when you were only six years old. Because being one of the infamous World Nobles wasn't enough, now you have to live with a robotic arm after the fire that de...
