#ch10

I think it's funny that from the very earliest days in the series, Luffy has always tried to eat his way out of captivity

Suddenly it isn't enjoyable, it doesn't feel good, and he's trying to gain control back the only way he knows how.

“… Say my name.” He chokes out, staring down the staticky projection of the Doctor in front of him.

Three words. The Doctor knew them well. But this time there’s… less threat hanging over them. He’s frustrated and angry and confused, all the same. He sighs at him. “Why are you doing this?”

His tongue traces over his teeth, considering any answer he could give the Doctor.

None of them would be the right answer, though. Which was that the reason why he was doing this was glaring directly at him in a bow tie.

“… Say my name.” There is less of a threat, less edge and more wobble, which was funny, considering he’s clearly holding his companion hostage.

“It was going so well.” The Doctor laments. For five minutes, it was going well, maybe. “You don’t have to do this.” If only the Doctor knew what this was. He has dozens of ideas, though.

“Say. My. Name.” He thinks he’s stronger in the execution, but his voice wavers and almost cracks in uncertainty.

The Doctor’s frustration morphed into something else. There was still fear, still uncertainty. But then he gives him what he wants.