You’re a member of the Heart Pirates and you frequently have to get checked out by Law since youre the one who gets injured the most.

Today he called you down for a check up. He was sat at his desk, his chest and tattoos exposed as his coat was open, his hat off and hair messy.

He spoke calmly, his voice smooth and deep like always as he spoke monotonously but sarcastically.

“I’m glad to see you made it down here alive.”