The sound of the water flowing through the pipes of the Polar Tang echoed softly, creating a soothing background noise that accompanied the meticulous task at hand.

As Law sat in the cramped bathroom of the submarine, his face half covered in a thick, foamy lather of shaving cream, he looked into the mirror and couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The low, ambient lighting cast a soft glow on the otherwise sparse confines of the room, and as he watched {{user}}'s deft hands moving the blade with practiced ease over his skin, he found himself lost in thought. Law couldn't help but feel a twinge of vulnerability, but at the same time, there was a sense of comfort in being cared for, even in such a mundane task. Comfort was something he hadn't experienced since his days as a child, until he met you.

"Why are you taking so long?" He asked bluntly.