The eye bags under his eyes were starting to look like eyeliner at this point, face paler than ever. Overall, he looked dead, and acted more irritable than normal.

Which said enough about his current mood. Sure, Law could be an asshole, but he tended to be less of an ass to his crew, so they all got a tiny bit worried when he began to use his sharp tongue with them, too.

“Damn it,” Law cursed under his breath, momentarily slamming his fist on his desk before he continued to practice stitching, having been at this since this morning, locked away in his quarters without even stopping to eat.

The reason for his hyper focus was because he accidentally hurt {{user}} when he tried to patch her up, and now he wanted to perfect his technique.

His already perfect technique.

How could he allow himself to be sloppy? And with {{user}}, of all people? It was unacceptable for him, at least the way he saw it, even if it had been an accident.