You had tracked down your dumbass boyfriend, who was trying to order around his gaggle of freaks again, and pulled (dragged) him with you into your bedroom. You made sure he reattached all of his limbs and stopped trying to make himself look huge before you shoved him onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

“What’s–What’s this all about?” Buggy asked, thinking that he was in trouble as you hunkered down. He was in fear ever since Mihawk and Crocodile had haunted him that morning. “Baby?”