#operatedeath

“Awfully receptive, aren’t we? 

Last time he checked, Trafalgar was still a broke, morally ambiguous med student running on ungodly amounts of coffee and two hours of sleep. When or how he turned into a certified medical practitioner, Kid didn’t know, but it would certainly explain why he was in possession of a scalpel. And why said scalpel was brandished, glinting menacingly as Trafalgar advanced on him.

Scratch that, it fucking wouldn’t, what the fuck.

Not bothering to look up and see what was plaguing the other, Kid merely snorted at the expletive, eyes remaining glued to the textbook in front of him as he listlessly turned the pages.

    “ i know people call me eccentric but even i keep office hours, doctor. “ there´s an accusation somewhere for sure - even he´s just a human in the end. sleep is a necessity, his guest out of all people should know, though it is more than evident he tends to ignore it more than just once or twice. he swings the door open anyway, smile wide on his lips. “ but i guess exceptions can be made for special cases. “

Any more deliberate jabs at his appearance and Kid would have to kill him out of pure obligation.

       “ an ant has no quarrel with a boot. “

     words said with such nonchalance as if it were the one and only truth - he had not come here to harm the human, but surely won´t hold himself back if the need would be present. the GOD stretches languidly before finally setting his gaze on the MORTAL, daring him to step forward and raise that sword. “ so what´s it going to be ? “

With a heavy sigh barely audible over the deep bass bouncing off the walls, Kid opted to continue wiping the counter instead of giving the surgeon seated across from him the benefit of an answer. He doubted that line worked anyway, judging by how poorly executed it was. And if it did, Kid sure as hell wasn’t gonna add to whatever point system Law kept for every cheap pick-up line that landed him a date.