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The long, lonely days trapped at the family estate, occupied with matters of family business and little in the way of human company, had led to Corazon making a habit of wandering the halls in quiet contemplation when he needed space to think. Tragically, the manor was filled with all manner of antique statues, vases, taxidermy, and other priceless heirlooms gathered by his ancestors over the course of several centuries; all of which seemed to make sport of Corazon’s wanderings as they attempted to tangle and trip up the young lord. Normally he was able to escape with little more than a scuffed pant leg and bruised pride, with nary a witness to his missteps. Not surprising, given the scale of the building. The manor was quite spacious, and often he could walk through entire wings without so much as passing a laundry girl. This time, however, while pondering most serious business, Corazon managed to slam directly into one of the maids, drawing a startled squeak out of them. “I’m so sor–” Corazon’s apology died on his tongue as he caught sight of exactly which maid he’d stumbled into. Law, straightening up and dusting off the wrinkles in his…his…
Corazon’s thoughts ground to a halt, hand slowing its pace as he palmed himself through his pajama pants. Just what kind of outfit would Corazon’s most favorite maid wear? The obvious answer was a typical, modest dress with a skirt that easily covered the knees, stockings that hid the rest of the legs, long sleeves attached to a button-up bodice, and an apron with ample pocket space. Classy, classic, and the standard uniform one would see in the utmost authority on current maid trends, Return to Whitegrove Estate. Of course, Rosemary naturally made a few modifications to her own outfit to showcase her welcoming and exuberant personality; things like a fluffy petticoat to lift the skirt a bit, and frills on both the hem of the dress and her maid cap. Oh, Law could make that work. And… oh god …maybe instead of flats, the estate’s dress code would dictate he wear a nice pair of heels and opaque black stockings, fabric fitting like a glove around Law’s thighs. Gulping at the mental imagine, Corazon’s hand quickly sped up its pace once more.
Was…was it inappropriate to put maid!Law in a dress like this? Forcibly feminizing one’s tutor was the plot of several delicious web series he enjoyed, but Law was a real person. Not to mention the fact that they were of similar social status, but Corazon’s fantasies had reduced him to a servile role. Next time Law could be a visiting prince, he decided. One who’d demand Corazon prove his loyalty to the kingdom with his words and his actions, so to speak. Yes, that would make it fair! But for now, the question of maid!Law remained.
Should Corazon mentally dress him up in a butler’s uniform instead, given that the terms were gendered rather explicitly? It felt like that would be less rude than putting Law in a dress, and admittedly, Corazon did find butlers’ suits and white gloves attractive…but it was so hard to get the image of Law’s silk-clad legs out of his head now! And the skirt, and the cap, and…and…oh how could a mere suit compare to that?!
No, the maid picture was here to stay. Besides, it was just a harmless bedroom fantasy! It wasn’t like Law would ever know what Corazon’s imagination got up to when allowed to run free. Thoughts like these were private. Presuming Law hadn’t actually developed mind-reading powers, and if that was the case then Corazon would just make it up to Law the next time the opportunity presented itself. For now, there was a startled maid to soothe…
“There’s no need for you to apologize, Master Donquixote. I should have been paying closer attention.” Law’s voice was quiet, a seductive little murmur. He picked up each side of his dress with gloved fingers and sunk into a low curtsey, eyes demurely avoiding Corazon’s.
Corazon stepped closer to Law, placing a hand on his elbow and directing him to straighten up. “The blame is mine. I’m prone to accidents in these halls; but normally such mistakes are limited to collisions with furnishings, and not people. Please, pardon me.”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Law’s mouth, his dark lashes lowering. “As you wish, Master Corazon.” His hands folded modestly in the front of his skirt and when Corazon leaned closer he could smell…something herbal, like Law had either been brewing tea or gathering flowers to freshen up the guest rooms in this wing of the house.
“You know you don’t have to address me so formally, Law,” Corazon whispered. Law had been a maid in the household for many years at this point; he’d come into service for the Donquixotes early in Corazon’s childhood, and had been a constant fixture in the estate ever since. Hardly a day went by without the two of them crossing paths at least once; and naturally, they’d built up something of a rapport with one another. The line between master and servant had started to blur for them long ago. Nevermind that lately, Corazon had taken to starting conversations with Law simply to hear his name caressed by Law’s tongue, or in hopes of a gentle laugh slipping from plush lips in that soft, impossibly sexy voice of Law’s.
“It would be highly inappropriate for me to address you as anything but Master Corazon,” Law gently chided, but there was something playful dancing in his gorgeous amber eyes as he looked up at Corazon. They were so close now, blatantly invading each other’s space in a manner more suitable for lovers than employer and servant.
“Well…why not Cora-san?” fantasy!Corazon suggested in a smooth way that real!Corazon would have never been able to manage. This version of him could do anything, though. There was no risk of tripping over thin air or losing one’s ability to speak in this divine fantasy. This version of Corazon took another step closer to Law, his hand reaching out towards Law’s perfect, narrow waist.
“I think you’ll find that’s even more inappropriate,
Master Corazon
.” Law made no move to get away from him, nor to duck out of his grasp as Corazon’s hand came to rest on that beautiful, sinful,
had been driving him nuts since the second week of gym when Law’s shirt rode up
waist. He was so close to getting what he wanted.
Down the hall, just outside this room, a door opened and a floorboard creaked, causing both of them to jerk away. Law’s eyes were wide in surprise, lips in a cute little ‘o’ of shock. A pink blush dusted across his cheeks as he quickly stumbled away from Corazon, making some excuse about needing to freshen up the rooms for guests that were due to arrive any minute; and then he’d spin around and bustle down the hallway as fast as his heels would allow, when all Corazon wanted to do was snatch him up and kiss him…
With a dreamy sigh, Corazon wiggled against his pillows and slipped his pants and underwear down and off, letting some of the tension die away for a minute. Sure, it was his fantasy and if he really wanted, he could have kept going directly into ruining his beautiful maid. But something about the building tension in those almost-kiss moments drove him crazy. It was romantic in a way that only slow-simmering desire and magnetic pulls towards one another could be. That yearning, crackling electricity between two people who wanted each other so badly, but couldn’t have each other for even a moment? Unf, it was enough to make Corazon shiver in delight.
In Corazon’s favorite webnovels and comics, the almost-kiss was where the chapter would end and then there’d be a bunch of filler to wade through that may or may not further the actual plot. Day-to-day business, maybe sprinkled with the faintest hint of longing, nothing more substantial than that. But being a fantasy that Corazon was in control of, there was no need to wait or buy premium coins to get to the good stuff.
Later that evening, fantasy!Corazon sat at the writing desk in his room and stared dejectedly at the correspondence spread out in front of him. The grandfather clock in the hallway near his bedroom had long since struck midnight, but a bout of insomnia kept Corazon up, despite the exhaustion that had settled over him like a thick, heavy quilt. The moment he’d returned to his room after dinner, he’d discarded his jacket and vest over the back of his chair and now he looked handsomely disheveled. His cravat was untied, hanging loosely, and several of the top buttons of his shirt were undone. His hair was artfully mussed from his fingers running through it constantly in frustration. With the low light in the room casting long shadows, Corazon looked (handsomely still) morose. In need of a comforting touch from a favorite maid, one might say…
And oh, what was that? On cue there came a gentle knock on the door to his bedroom. Sighing deeply, Corazon set his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “Enter,” he called out.
The knob twisted. The door swung open. Law stood in front of Corazon, a tea tray held between his bare hands. His hat and apron were gone, and the maid outfit from earlier was replaced by a long nightgown, as though he’d been about to climb into bed but had been distracted by duty to his young master. “I heard you were having trouble sleeping,” Law murmured, taking a step into the room and fixing his sparkling eyes on Corazon. “I brought you something that might help.”
“How thoughtful of you.” Corazon spoke without really registering the words, his eyes skimming along Law’s legs, the barest hint of ankle peeking out from beneath the paper-thin linen gown he now wore. Absent-mindedly Corazon pushed the papers on his desk to the side, allowing Law to set the tray down in front of him.
“Cook swears by this tea for long nights when sleep won’t come,” Law said. His slender fingers traced along the porcelain of the tea pot, and Corazon’s eyes dutifully followed the movement. Such beautiful, slender fingers they were; and the way they moved made it so easy to imagine them wrapped around something else. “She was all too willing to brew a pot when I told her it was for Master Cora-san.”
Real!Corazon flopped around on his bed, unspeakably grateful that he was alone in the house tonight. He hadn’t even gotten to the good part of the fantasy yet and he was already so hard it hurt, cock heavy and leaking precum against his stomach. Just thinking of Law was too much for him most of the time, and after spending several hours in his presence during tutoring, it was all Corazon could do to keep himself under control until he got home.
From beside him on the bed, Corazon picked up the bottle of lube he’d nicked from Doflamingo’s room last semester (after the chaffing got to be too much). The cool feel as he drizzled it across his cock made his toes curl and he let out a soft sigh as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking himself again with an easier slide.
Meanwhile, fantasy!Corazon reached out and placed his hand on top of Law’s to still it. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m afraid it won’t work,” he said.
Law’s hand stopped moving, but he did nothing to extract himself from Corazon’s space. “And why might that be?”
“Because the tension keeping me up isn’t the kind that can be soothed by a warm drink,” Corazon vaguely replied. Again he caught the herbal scent wafting off Law, now pleasantly mixed with the fresh tea that smelled…tea-ish.
“Is that so?” Law didn’t seem put off by this news. If anything he leaned in closer, practically curling his body around Corazon’s. He shifted his stance slightly, leaning his hip up against the desk as he filled Corazon’s personal space. “In that case, what must I do to help you find relief?”
Corazon suddenly stood up, Law’s delicate hand grasped tightly in his own. He was so much taller than Law, and it was easy to cage the little maid against his desk like this, to press them close together and feel the heat of Law’s body against his own. Law gasped softly, staring up at Corazon in shocked awe. “Careful, Law,” Corazon warned.
“What must I be careful of?”
“Asking questions like that after you’ve come to visit me so late at night, dressed for bed with no one else around,” Corazon explained. “It’s enough to give a man ideas.”
And Law, who could never be perfectly meek and docile, even in Corazon’s wildest fantasies, curled his hand up and around to thread their fingers together. “Perhaps that was my intention, Master Cora-san.”
Oh, Law was clearly asking for it! Corazon swept him up off his feet and set him on the desk, scattering papers and ledgers every which way in his haste. He shoved himself between Law’s perfect thighs, and relished in the squeak this got from Law, oh what a perfect and precious noise it had been when Law accidentally spilled some of the ice from his drink on his lap in the library, making Corazon wonder what other noises could he get out of Law, oh fuck-!
And that was it, Corazon tipped over the edge at the recollection of that singular sound. Damn, he hadn’t even gotten into the adult content advisory part of the scene! How pathetic. No, wait, that was being markedly unkind. Think about it for a minute, he told himself. Law’s sexy little noises, his squeaks and hisses and everything else, were clearly adult content! Mature warning, parental caution is advised! And frankly…this gave real!Corazon more time to workshop the scene! Some of the plot points needed to be flushed out, and surely Law had to smell like something other than the plants Corazon remembered growing in Silvers’ greenhouse.
Comforting himself with these thoughts, Corazon carefully climbed out of bed (trying to avoid smearing cum on anything) to head for the bathroom. A quick rinse and an episode of Boat Wars, and then he’d be ready for round two. Look out, fantasy!Law. The night was far from over.
-n-
“Hey, Law?”
“Hmm? You done with your edits yet?”
“No, but, ahh…has your advisor talked about classes for next year?”
Law actually set down his pencil and notebook; a sure sign that he was serious about their conversation. “A little bit. We’ve got a whole month to look through the catalog and pick; although half the classes are going to be picked for us, depending on the scholastic track you started on in your first year…”
Law continued to chatter on about curricula details that Corazon had scarcely paid attention to last year, so what was the point in starting now? The last few semesters he’d been happy to let his guidance counselor pick his courses and just nod along in their end-of-term meetings. This had been fine, until it resulted in him and Law being split up; and barely a month into spring semester, Corazon was already convinced he was going to shrivel up and die next term if he couldn’t get a little more Law time shoved into his day somewhere. And that meant planning ahead so they could share at least one class; maybe lunch, too. Quite a feat to master, given that they were in different years and Law was definitely on the advanced track.
Eventually Law realized that Corazon was just nodding his head and probably hadn’t absorbed half of what was being said. “What are you taking?” he finally asked to cut to the chase.
“Well, the core classes are already a given,” Corazon stated. He had to take a third-year writing, literature, and history credit next year, those were non-negotiable. But beyond that, he and Law had at least a bit of wiggle room. He steeled himself to ask the question he’d practiced close to a hundred times in the mirror over the last week. “And I was thinking, you might have less work to do for tutoring if…you know…maybe we’re in the same class and studying the same stuff anyway?”
Law pondered this for a moment as the words sank in. “Oh. Like maybe we try to take a couple classes together?”
Corazon nodded enthusiastically, then reminded himself that he was really, really trying to use words more often with Law. “Yeah! Exactly!”
Law sat with this for a bit. “It’ll have to be an elective,” he reasoned. “You have to take band, yeah?”
Corazon nodded. All marching band members had to take one of the band classes at Silvers; otherwise they’d never be able to properly practice in a group before their performances.
“Ok,” Law murmured. He pulled out his rarely-used laptop and flipped it on; minutes later, he had the webpage with the school’s catalog pulled up for them to browse together. Another tab had the curricula track lists pulled up, giving the boys a pathway to analyze and see what classes they’d have to take, and where they’d have a bit of wiggle room. “How would you feel about College Chemistry?”
“Urgh…”
“Right, bad idea, they have open flames,” Law quickly rejected with a dismissive hand wave. Rude, but fair, Corazon had to admit. “Let’s see…I can’t do calculus or biology before I get a few more general credits knocked out…statistics would give us college credit.”
“Umm…that’s an option,” Corazon weakly agreed, recalling how badly Law had raked him over the coals for his math homework in the weeks leading up to finals last semester.
Law could clearly sense the hesitancy in Corazon’s reply, because he scrolled to the next option on the list. “Ok, no public speaking, no home ec, absolutely no woodshop-”
“Why not?” Corazon asked. Law didn’t even verbally answer; instead, he reached over and snatched up Corazon’s cake pop, moving it out of his reach in a clear sign that Corazon was being punished. Point made, Law returned to his catalog. “Hmm, not really sure I want a whole semester of accounting…”
“No thank you.”
“Same for a bunch more of these. Theater and music theory don’t make sense for my track…”
“What about something in the sciences?” Corazon asked, because Law seemed to be circling back to math and science over and over. “I’d probably flunk Physics or Organic Chemistry, but…oh! Astronomy,” Corazon suddenly saw and tapped on Law’s screen.
Law shooed away the finger and brought up the course description. “It’s through the community college, so you’d get credit as long as you passed,” he read, sounding more interested in the class now that he’d learn he could double-dip for scholastic credit.
“Uh-huh, and the teacher for it grades pretty easily,” Corazon added, seeing that it was Mr. Pagaya on the roster for next year. Oh, it was perfect! Astronomy was a class that he and Law could share that probably wouldn’t melt his brain. They could sit together, and share notes together, and at the end of the semester the class did a field trip to the local planetarium, which was definitely date adjacent! It was a dream come true, no doubt about that. Now all he had to do was get Law to agree.
That was likely to be the biggest battle. He could see Law sitting on the fence, eyes still skimming over the list of other classes available to second and third-year students. Law had always seemed very future oriented, and he’d never really expressed an interest in astronomy longterm. Maybe he was worried about it not neatly factoring into his future plans?
Well, tough. Corazon was dying at only being able to get a little bit of Law in his schedule a few times a week; and since Law still tutored Helmeppo and Koby, they didn’t even see each other every day! This was a gross injustice that Corazon could not stand to see go on. “It’s not just memorizing the names of planets and stuff,” Corazon insisted. “Like, this teacher does real-world application! You ever hear of celestial navigation?”
“Finding your way with the stars? When would I need to know how to do that?” Law incredulously asked.
“For every interview or ‘meet the team’ event that demands you present one fun fact about yourself,” Corazon immediately answered.
He could see the change in Law almost at once. Law clearly had big plans, and they involved interviewing in what Corazon felt sure would be highly competitive fields. That meant having some way to stand out from the crowds; and saying you’d spent your free time diversifying skills and learning to navigate with stars for, say, a sailing trip to Fishman Island, could be just the thing to perk up ears without coming across as controversial. Law gave the matter a few more moments of consideration, and then finally said, “All right. If it works around my other classes, sure. Let’s do Astronomy.”
Yes! Oh, joyous day. Corazon’s future happiness was all but assured! But naturally, he couldn’t stop his plotting here. He needed to think ahead even further; potentially, there were four more semesters of classes they could take together before Corazon graduated! Time to do a bit of information gathering. “What are you going to college for, anyway?” he casually tossed out while sneaking his cake pop back onto his side of the table. He then proceeded to casually bite into it, and then not-so-casually choke on a dry piece of cake.
Once Law had finished thumping Corazon on the back and sat back down, he went straight back to his notes. “Pre-med. Technically you can major in anything and get into medical school; I’ve heard of music majors or people who focused on theoretical physics getting accepted. But the schools I’m looking at favor biology or chemistry degrees, with some kind of minor in statistics; makes you better at analyzing data and putting out publications.”
“...huh.”
“Huh, what?”
“Eek! Nothing, I, umm…”
“What? I don’t come across as the doctor type?” Law snapped.
“N-no! Err, I…it’s…” panicking, Corazon reached for his phone and quickly typed out a message. “You’re really smart, so a doctor makes sense! And now I get why you’re always studying; you really want to be a good doctor, right?”
Law stared at the phone; far longer than it would take to simply read the message. Actually, looking more closely at him…it was hard to tell, but was he getting a little red?
Suddenly Law’s science book popped up between them, creating a physical barrier between Corazon’s phone and the intended recipient of his message as he propped it up on the desk. “Obviously I want to be a good doctor, who the hell decides to go to med school and become a shitty physician?!” he hurriedly spat out from behind the cover of his book. “And why are we still talking about this when you’ve got an essay to edit, don’t think you can distract me with next semester’s classes!”
Corazon blinked at the cover of the science book. Was Law…flustered? Was this a flustered Law?
It took every ounce of Corazon’s strength not to collapse in his seat, even as Law started marking up the closest bit of Corazon’s homework he could find. How dare Law be this cute! Maybe it was a good thing Corazon had a bit more time before they were together in class again; otherwise, his poor heart might not survive! Needing a moment to gather himself, he quietly slid his essay over to Law. The edits were far from complete, but what other defense did Corazon have, except to try and buy himself a few minutes for deep breathing exercises? Oh, this was absolutely getting added to the fantasy!Law roster. He could hardly wait to get home now.
-n-
“I did it! I did it!” Helmeppo rushed into the band room, brandishing a sheet of paper in Corazon’s face and beaming. A sheen of sweat clung to his flushed face and there was more than a little bit of mania in his eyes. Rather out of place, given that this was a perfectly normal afternoon preceding what would hopefully be a rather non-descript band practice.
Still, seeing such an emotional outburst from Helmeppo unless cars or girls were involved was cause for concern. Corazon clutched his trumpet protectively to his chest, wary. “Did what?” he hesitantly asked.
“Aced my biology test!” Helmeppo managed to steady his hand enough for Corazon to make out the front of the paper and the grade written in red across the top.
“That’s a C,” Koby commented from next to Corazon. “Not an A.”
Some of Helmeppo’s bluster faded, his shoulders slumping, and his grip tightened on his test. “It’s a figure of speech,” he snapped. “I passed.”
“A figure of speech that I’m pretty sure doesn’t count in this scenario. You know, since we’re talking about an actual graded assignment, where you literally could have gotten an A,” Koby mused.
Helmeppo frowned. “Whatever,” he huffed, taking his seat next to Koby and shoving his test back into his bag. “The point remains that if I keep this up, I’m back on track to getting the Sango daddy promised me for my birthday. It’ll hit 300 km/hr in under 5 seconds while the heated seats learn to wrap around your body for the best custom fit in racing since the Vari 100.”
Now Koby’s sass shifted to open-mouthed awe. “Seriously?! Enel hasn’t even released that one yet!”
Helmeppo’s smile was back, and smug as ever. “Mine’s coming fresh off the assembly line; and fully customized, of course. After all, who wants a car that anyone can buy off a lot?”
“Jealous,” Koby approvingly replied.
“Don’t worry, we’ll still have enough summer break left to take it for a solid test drive once it comes in,” Helmeppo promised. “Even better if we can pick up a couple girls from Shakky’s to come along with us…”
This conversation was veering into dangerously straight territory; naturally, Corazon had to take appropriate evasive measures. “Of course you’ll pass and get the car. It’s impossible for you to fail with Law as your tutor.” As much as having to share his Law time with Koby and Helmepoo, he couldn’t help the swell of pride that bubbled up. His Law was the smartest person at the school, and they were all lucky that he deigned to help their unworthy asses pass their classes.
Koby laughed, half-joyous and half-anxious. “I’m not worried about failing with Law’s help. I’m worried about him killing me before I can even take the test,” he clarified.
“Yeah…” Helmeppo shuddered. “He hasn’t gotten any easier on us, even seeing our final grades from last term. I’m worried that I’m going to hand him an essay one day and it’s going to be so bad he stabs me through the throat with his pen.”
“Or shoves the paper down your throat and chokes you to death,” Koby piped up.
“Oh, or…”
While Helmeppo and Koby came up with increasingly creative, school supply-based ways that Law could kill them, Corazon smiled down at the trumpet in his lap. His not-quite-yet-but-maybe-soon boyfriend was undeniably brilliant, handsome, and driven. His maybe-soon-definitely-not-too-long-now boyfriend was going to be a doctor. Law was just so impressive; it made Corazon feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Hey, Corazon,” Koby suddenly called out, interrupting his train of thought.
“Hmm?”
“Does he ever actually…you know, chill?”
“...huh?”
“Like no one can possibly be that tightly wound all the time,” Helmeppo stated. “He’d fucking explode or have a heart attack. What’s he like outside school?”
“Err…uh…” That was a good question, actually. Other than their singular diner date, Corazon hadn’t really had a chance to get Law on his own, unless it was for tutoring or a book club meeting (which probably counted towards school stuff, actually). “Law’s always busy studying.”
“...well shit, no wonder he’s such a tight-ass,” Helmeppo concluded.
“Maybe his parents are really strict?” Koby suggested. “Like, the only reason we’re working this hard is so we don’t get disowned or mailed ground freight across the country to military school. Maybe Law’s family is like that too?”
Corazon’s stomach twisted up at that. Who could possibly be mean to Law?! He knew he needed to get in good with the in-laws eventually, but if they were unkind to his future husband…maybe they could be fobbed off with money. Just offer them enough incentives and gifts that they’d push Law onto Corazon and then get on with their own lives.
“Well he’s gonna pop a gasket if he keeps going,” Helmeppo cautioned.
Koby snorted. “A gasket?”
“Fuck you, my grandpa used to say it all the time,” Helmeppo snipped with a swipe of his hand towards Koby’s head. “And yeah, I think it applies here because that guy is a machine when it comes to school. If you told me all he ever did was eat, sleep, study, repeat, I’d believe you.”
“Maybe we could try getting him to come to a party and chill out for a little?” Koby suggested.
“I thought your parents banned parties after last summer,” Helmeppo remarked, recalling the rager that had ended with two patio chairs and a table at the bottom of a pool, puncturing the liner and costing the parents a pretty penny in repairs.
“Yeah, but Hibari’s parents are out of town in a couple weeks-”
“Wait, hottie Hibari? With the tits and the huge crush on you?”
Koby’s face turned red as a tomato. “I…she…it’s not a crush!”
“Bullshit, she totally yanked up her crop top an extra inch when she saw you at the last party,” Helmeppo teased with sadistic glee. “No wonder she invited you; she’s probably hoping to get you alone in one of the guest rooms.”
“Fuck off!” Koby screeched as he lunged across the chairs towards Helmeppo, sending both of them and their instruments tumbling to the ground.
Corazon, meanwhile, considered their suggestion. Maybe Law needed a little help unwinding? And a party might be the best shot at doing that. Law could have some snacks and drinks and hang out with Corazon, and if things got awkward they could always wander around until they like, found a game they could join or start talking to someone else. Corazon wasn’t quite ready to invite Law over for a private sleepover with just the two of them. But seeing Law in the wild like this would give him an idea of what food and drinks to have on offer, and if Law mentioned liking a certain show or music, Corazon could use that to his favor. Really, he needed Law at this party for his own personal research, more than anything else. After all, they’d known each other for over six months and Corazon still didn’t know Law’s favorite brands or social media handles, they were practically still strangers!
“I’ll invite him,” Corazon decided, unsure if his band mates heard him and frankly, not too concerned if they did or didn’t. A Doflamingo had taught him, if a Donquixote wanted to come to a party, then they'd come to the party. If they wanted to bring a guest, the host should be all too happy to accommodate them. Oh, he could hardly wait!