Law’s headache is getting worse with every passing minute.
One could only listen to Sengoku going on and on about the duties of a Shichibukai and some stupid plans about another unnecessary war for a very limited amount of time, and mentally making fun of the fat fuck that was Moriah was only entertaining for so long, too.
The general mood in the room was stuffy, anyway; Law wasn’t sure if the other Shichibukai were quiet for the same reason as him- because he knew that, no matter how high his self esteem was (very) it would be rather didficult to take on any of his dear fellow samurai in a close combat (except Moriah, that guy was a joke) - or if they just had that much respect for Sengoku.
He’s left alone with his thoughts and thinks that he finally understands why there aren’t all of the walords present at this super urgent extremely important obligatory meeting; this whole “event” was ridiculous.
But that flow of thoughts was stopped when his gaze wandered from Kuma (who is known to be very serious and take his duties to his cold robot … heart) to Doflamingo. Why would that bastard show up here?
Kuma, okay, he was a machine, programmed to follow the Marine’s orders and all that. Moriah, alright, he probably didn’t have anything better to do (Law pitied him). Himself, who didn’t want to risk his new title this quickly– but Doflamingo had no such obvious reason to be here, at least none that occured to him.
Had he just been in the area and decided to stop by? Law furrowed his brows.
Maybe he should ask the older man for his reasons once Sengoku finally stops talking.
Orrrr he could just let it be and leave the question unanswered in favour of having nothing to do with the pink bastard.
That should work, too.