closed starter for: the awesomely amazing @doxflamingo
Squinting as the bright lights of the hallway caught his attention, the surgeon stared at what little freedom was offered to him. Talk about feeling like an animal being let out of it’s cage. With barely the strength to stand, he watched as the man whom had locked him into the room just short of a week from today,took a step backwards. On one hand he knew the the consequences for exiting the room with his man, but on the other hand the room also had grown quite unbearable when it came to the smell.
There was no way around the state of the room, with the Heart Pirate captain tucked into a room for a week, with no access to the bathroom, any food, water or comfort... bodily functions would have to commence.
Law rested against his knees upon the floor, just shy of the door, hands resting upon his thighs, as silver orbs shifted around. Lips had long since cracked given how dehydrated he had been feeling. He was given a choice. Come with Doflamingo, or remain in this room that made his stomach churn. He of course went with the first.
Strange it had been for the surgeon to be let out of the room, he made his move, shuffling his knees forward, and using his arms to guide him along.his frame had even grown a tad thinner from the lack of food. Which in turn caused his body to quiver as he moved along, crawling into the hallway and towards the legs of his current captor.
His actions showed no signs of breaking, nor did they show any signs of resistance, for the mean time it was something that he knew he had to do, because he truly couldn’t stand another day within his bedroom. As for the crawling it had been only the case given the lack of strength... in fact the moment he reached the hallway, his body adjusted so that he could lean against the wall across from Doflamingo’s very form, using it to balance him to sit up.
Eyes slowly trailed up the long legs of the man in question, to his hips and stomach, now with head tilting back a bit that vision eventually fell upon the facial features of one Doflamingo. It was easy to tell just how amused this guy was given the situation, and Law wasn’t sure why... he truly disliked the feeling that wavered over him the moment he did get a glance at his face, but why did he always look?
Attempting to clear his throat, the man kept his vision lingering about that direction, lips parting, with a wince, as the corners of his mouth were sore from the mere struggle of opening his mouth. Any means of talking would cause the man to break down into a coughing fit, so for now, he remained silent, just quietly casting his stare on the colossal figure before him, but it had been his eyes which were the key.
Despite how much he had gone through, there remained a fraction of a spark, which through the fear, and exhaustion could be slightly seen.