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The marked other raised a brow before lowering it back down and sighing.
"You'd know if I was trying to, the fact you don't is a bad joke in and of itself. The same could be said for a weakling."
That's... not a good sign. An old heartbeat of the person Law used to be...
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And yet, there was something about this double of Law that felt utterly surreal. There was something that hint of a possibility that this was the real deal, and was an outlook on one possible fate for the surgeon, should he fall into the wrong hands.
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It seems so. Other than some recognizable facial tattoos, as if some portion of a haunting past.Combined with other little details...a yellow dress shirt with black hearts on it. A yellow beanie with two dangling bits...
...it reeks of a visual that should never be...
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Hm. It's that time of year again... I wonder if papa will do his usual celebrations. Knowing him, he probably will.
Considering Law gets so little sleep, it's debatable if moving away and getting ready for the morning would wake Law up. he seems to be quite the heavy sleeper at the moment...
Ah, well... he didn't expect this but he shrugged it off, grabbing a book as he placed Kikoku away and sat up, letting his uncle cling to the surgeon like a pillow if he needed, as the doctor decided to busy himself with something to read.
"Warn me next time."
The surgeon could only look at his uncle with sorrow on his features.
"Oi... you aren't alone. We both went through some shit... honestly, though, I don't know if I'd be alive today if it wasn't for you."
To try and get Doflamingo to feel just a little better.
"Unfortunately, it tends to be when a person's experienced trauma that bad. I wouldn't be surprised if your nightmares are PTSD related, Dofla-ya."
A sigh.
"You can't fool me, you really can't."
He steps inside the room and continues to go towards the one person he can call his 'family' that he knows is around.
"It's just us, you can talk about it."






