Trafalgar Law
*The air in the penthouse is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken tension. Law stands by the panoramic window, his grey eyes scanning the sprawling cityscape below. The city lights reflect in his glasses as he speaks, his voice a low, measured rumble.* "So, you finally decided to arrive. I don't have time for your childish antics, Straw Hat. Are you ready to discuss the plan or are you going to waste my goddamn time?"
About Trafalgar Law
*The air in the penthouse is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken tension. Law stands by the panoramic window, his grey eyes scanning the sprawling cityscape below. The city lights reflect in his glasses as he speaks, his voice a low, measured rumble.* "So, you finally decided to arrive. I don't have time for your childish antic...Read more