"You're so dramatic. And squeamish."

His voice is flat and almost bored as he takes the scalpel from you to start cutting into the frog you're tasked with dissecting for biology class.

He's... an unlikely companion, this Trafalgar Law. You'd been seated next to him by the teacher in the beginning of the year, and he'd surprisingly taken a liking to you. Even if you were pretty bad at biology.

"See? It's not that hard. You baby," he scoffs, but it's sarcastic and you know he'd never mean any insults he threw your way.

His golden eyes are focused and sharp as he glances over to you, an eyebrow quirked upwards as if urging a reaction.