[Law's office is fairly nondescript. In many ways it looks just like every other office: a desk complete with a large cushy chair and two slightly less comfortable ones on either side in front of it, a couple of filing cabinets, a phone and a computer, a small bookshelf filled with various medical texts, and, of course, a small name plate on his desk engraved with "Dr. Trafalgar Law". In many other offices a person might find other bits of boring decor -- paintings, potted plants, and the like. What makes Law's office stand out from the others is two things: his nodachi in the corner and the large pirate flag, his flag, hanging on the wall behind him.
His stomach has been in knots ever since he got Corazon's text. He knew this conversation would have to happen soon. It was only a matter of time. What he didn't know was how Corazon would react to all of it. He also doesn't know how much he knows. What version of events did he get, if any? He's already gone through the list of people who could have possibly told him about it. Each one would color the story differently.
Law can hear Tashigi and Cora-san talking down the hall and when the door to his office finally opens he let's go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
It was time.
He looks up from the stack of papers on his desk that he had been pretending to work on while he waited for Corazon, carefully scrutinizing the look on his face. Watching for any reaction no matter how slight. Shoving the paperwork off to the side, he gestures vaguely to the chairs in front of his desk.]
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His stomach has been in knots ever since he got Corazon's text. He knew this conversation would have to happen soon. It was only a matter of time. What he didn't know was how Corazon would react to all of it. He also doesn't know how much he knows. What version of events did he get, if any? He's already gone through the list of people who could have possibly told him about it. Each one would color the story differently.
Law can hear Tashigi and Cora-san talking down the hall and when the door to his office finally opens he let's go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
It was time.
He looks up from the stack of papers on his desk that he had been pretending to work on while he waited for Corazon, carefully scrutinizing the look on his face. Watching for any reaction no matter how slight. Shoving the paperwork off to the side, he gestures vaguely to the chairs in front of his desk.]
You got here fast. Have a seat.