'the doctor will not see you now.'
“Awfully receptive, aren’t we?
Last time he checked, Trafalgar was still a broke, morally ambiguous med student running on ungodly amounts of coffee and two hours of sleep. When or how he turned into a certified medical practitioner, Kid didn’t know, but it would certainly explain why he was in possession of a scalpel. And why said scalpel was brandished, glinting menacingly as Trafalgar advanced on him.
Scratch that, it fucking wouldn’t, what the fuck.
“Listen, i know we had a rocky start, but-- You-- Get that thing away from me, Traf-- Trafalgar.”












