“Hey, Law” You spoke, gaining a small hum in response. Law was knee deep in new medical books he obtained recently, all from the last island.
“When is your birthday?” His eyebrow raised at your question.
“And why does that matter right now?” He scoffed, not even sparing a glance upward. Your cheeks puffed, arms crossing adorably. “Go away, I’m busy-”
“Libra!” He finally looked up to see a book in your hand. A book that read the words ‘Know Your Horoscopes’ on the cover in bright yellow, a bit too outshining in his opinion. It took a few seconds for him to reply.
“What?” Law inquired. You giggled at his reaction.
“You’re a Libra, my dear Trafalgar” Your voice was mockingly sophisticated.
“______-ya, I told you to not get that book-”
“But I did” The glitterful cover was waved in front of his eyes, “And boy, does it say some things”