#|| alright

Now wasn't this a sight to see. Kid honestly couldn't stop the smirk that practically split his face in half if he tried. Ikkaku, precious subordinate to Trafalgar fucking Law, seemingly drunk out of her mind, stumbling down the street without another of her friends in sight. Should he help her? Probably, there were shitheads worse than him out there in the world after all. Wouldn't think twice to snatch her up, even if she wasn't currently wearing that ugly ass boiler suit. What was so confusing about the whole situation was the fact that she was alone. Sure, Law was a pain in his ass, but he knew the man well enough that he wouldn't let his crew out by themselves, especially inebriated; buddy system and all that bullshit. After almost tripping over herself for the third time since he starting observing her, Kid snorted and shoved away from the wall he was leaning against. Without a care for what it looked like, he reached down and grabbed her bicep when he got close enough, stopping her from face planting into the pavement. ❝ The fuck is your crew? Ladies like you shouldn't be out by themselves, ❞ He huffed in amusement, his grin somehow growing wider when she mumbled something under her breath and proceeded to grope at his chest, seeming completely unaware of how tight he was holding her, or his question. ❝ Did ya get drugged or somethin'? Fuckin'... ❞ Releasing her arm, he swatted her hand away. ❝ Pay attention, woman! ❞

She goes by Creation instead of Creati and doesn’t respond to anything but that or Momo, having dropped her family name as to not tarnish their reputation if news of her working with the yakuza got out.