Dellinger loved his high heels, but he despised calluses.

Since he was ten, Giolla and Baby 5 influenced him on using feminine shoes, and his eyes were catched by high heels. He started to use them everyday and in every occasion, that became a habit for him. Still, every time he fought, he managed to twist an ankle or get calluses.

You, being the doctor of the crew, always had to take care of a whiny, effeminate teenager that would complain on 'why he couldn't fight on his shoes'. It's not like he was being prohibited to use them, but you warned him that he wasn't fully trained yet.

After some fights with some useless pirates on a shore of a random island, the Donquixote Family entered the famous ship again, going to take a break while Diamante and Trebol checked on the treasures.

You sat on the railings of the upper deck of the ship with Dellinger, that was wiping blood off from his horns while you bandaged his legs and feet. His purple stilettos rested on the corner, carefully placed down to not fall away. While it, the fish-man boy was talking with you, cockiness thick on his voice as he complained.

"And Baby 5 ended up killing my target! Seriously, I just wanted to have fun! And now, I have these damn wounds." He muttered and looked up to you with big red eyes, bloodthirsty still on his gaze. What a complicated teenager.