#killer op

Two dudes hanging out

These ass holes

“Hey, Kill?” you shouted from across the deck. The Punk had been at sea for a few days now and you were finally catching up on some old copies of the newspaper you hadn’t taken the time to read while you were docked. It was a lovely afternoon spent sitting on a barrel relaxing but a couple of questions had come to mind while you read over last week’s headlines.

“What’s up?” he replied, looking over at you from where he stood cleaning fish by the railing. The rest of the crew was milling about, enjoying the fine weather of the day. You always had a thing for Killer and tried to make conversation with him when you could. You weren’t sure it was reciprocated but you kinda thought there was something sizzling between the two of you. 

“What’s your last name? It only ever says ‘Killer’ on your wanted posters,” you asked, turning the page of the current poster you were looking at. You didn’t hear an answer but instead a bark of laughter so you looked up to see what the deal was. 

“Oh, they don’t print his whole name in the paper,” Wire said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. 

“They don’t print yours either,” you pointed out with a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah, but I don’t got more than one. It’s just ‘Wire.’ One word name – like Kaido, or Shanks –”

“Shanks is ‘Red Haired Shanks’,” you pointed out, folding the newspaper in half. Wire shrugged.

“Whatever. The point is – they don’t print Killer’s whole name. Can't,” he said, spreading his hands wide.

“Why not?” you asked, looking over at the sexy, muscled man in question.

“The whole thing’s ‘Pussy Killer,” was Killer's reply. You felt the blood rising to your cheeks as your mouth hung open. Killer put his knife down and walked over to you, towering over where you sat on the barrel. He put his hands on the rim and leaned down so his mask was right next to your ear.

Eustass Kid: Oi! Trafal-LOSER!

Trafalgar Law: ...

Trafalgar Law: ...

Eustass Kid: What? Not gonna call your wife to come and fight your battles for you?

Trafalgar Law: *sigh* What do you want, Eustass-ya.

Eustass Kid: Remember my wife —

Trafalgar Law: You mean your ex-wife? The one that looks suspiciously like an uglier version of my wife?

Eustass Kid: She's got a name! Think it's Roxanne. But I heard that our son is seeing someone...

Trafalgar Law: A fully licensed therapist, I hope.

Eustass Kid: I certainly hope you've got one. For your daughter.