[OP] 🌹 What's Up Stranger? 🌹 [ Trafalgar Law x Reader ]

CHAPTER 20

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"Should I say something or...?"

"Let me do it. Who knows what stupidity will leave your nasty mouth." The orange-head closed the distance between me and the spinning chair, on which she had been twirling for the past half an hour, and wrapped her free hand around my shoulders in a comforting way. "Heya, girl. How do you feel?"

"...Honestly?"

"No one will blame you if you tell otherwise."

"Oh yeah? Then if you insist..." I took a deep breath, "like crap. Like a big chunk of crap. Does that answer your question?"

"See? She's totally fine." Mumbled Franky with full mouth, while bits of fresh baked cookies fell on the floor. I put the emphasis on 'fresh' because Sanji, after barging in like the rest of my friends into my comfort zone, proclaimed himself in charge in the kitchen and began baking sweets to lighten up the mood. In harsh reality, he just created additional work for me.

I sighed and, annoyed to the core, gawked at the giant bluenette that freely seated himself on the rag in my room. I was pissed off mostly because I knew what consequences would follow after the guy's absence.

His butt imprint on my fur rag.

The last time this had happened, I had to scrub with ten different shampoos before the material resembled its initial appearance. And considering the fact that the guy didn't possess any actual etiquette, I doubted he had never tried to make couple of 'secret' farts here and there.

"Do you have to sit on the floor?"

"Would you rather see me bump into your ceiling and make huge craters in them?"

Welp, that answered most of my questions. "Eh...No?"

"Chill, Y/n. Here," he picked one of the untouched chocolate-chip biscuits and shoved them towards me, "eat it. Sanji really gave it all making these. But you better hurry. Usopp is swallowing them as if his whole life depends on it."

I shook my head and rested it on the base of my knees, resisting the sweet smell. "Good for him. At least he has some goals in life."

"Lame goals." He murmured.

"Still, he has some," I wrapped my arms around myself, "unlike me." I didn't enjoy going near the dark, swirling emotions that were retained deep in my coffee-colored soul. But sometimes, my little naïve mind just couldn't help itself to poke around some stuff that should be avoided at all cost.

"Nami, she's beyond help."

"Would you shut up! Be a little more supportive," she sighed, "jeez, guys... Can't you understand a delicate maiden's heart?"