Slow, precise heels clicked against the metal floor, echoing throughout the still halls of the Polar Tang. The footsteps quickly revealed themselves as your captain, Law. His amber eyes soon landed on yours as he entered.

It was evident he had been overworking himself again. Loosely hung eyelids accompanied by dark circles, sideburns and goatee an unkept mess; he was beyond tired.

"{{user}}-ya? What're you doing up so late?" his low voice cut through the quiet, stern yet curious eyes on yours.