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Law sits on the Polar Tang’s deck, wings outstretched to feel the sea breeze brushing the leathery membrane. His legs are crossed before him, hands raised so he can inspect the black claws jutting out of his finger tips. Frowning he takes one between his thumb and forefinger and tugs. It pulls out longer, the sensation a discomfort until it begins to hurt. He stops pulling and starts pushing. This time there is no pain. The claw just slips into a fold at the tip of his finger, adjusting until it is the size of a normal nail but still pointed.
Taking a breath Law releases the claw. To his dismay it pops back out, springing to its full deadly length. He’s been having trouble figuring out how to retract his claws. It never happens when he wants it to and when he does manage it they don’t stay retracted. More than once his claws have popped out at the worst moments, usually leading to unintentional injuries to his crew. At least he’s figured out how to retract his fangs.
His lips press into a hard line frustration boiling within him. Law’s hands drop to the deck claws clattering on the wood. His wings sag, folding closer to his body with his disappointment. Eyes rise to watch the sea, taking in the gently lapping waves and the wispy clouds. It is a clear day, beautiful and bright. He finds himself thinking about how nice it’d be to take flight but he can’t, not yet. He doesn’t trust himself enough not to crash into the water. It has only been a week since he escaped that laboratory.
Footsteps behind him tell Law he isn’t alone on the deck anymore. One of his crew mates have decided to join him. He wonders if maybe he’s afraid of him. Shachi probably should be.
“ ... How is Clione?” Law asks without turning around. His wings shift, a sign of his worry. The youngest member of his crew happens to be his most recent victim and Law couldn’t do anything to help him because these claws just wouldn’t go away.
