The Octava peered over his shoulder with an odd sort of smirk tugging at his lips. Turning partially, so the blood plattered gloves and otherwise pristine uniform were slightly visible to him.
“Nothing YOU need to worry your pretty head over~”
There was a low laugh beneath his breath as he turned his attention back to the specimen on the operating table. “I ddn’t think you were the squeamish type, Law.”
By now Law really should have learnt to knock on the door to this particular lab. He had walked in on some odd scenes but this one was a little more bloody then the others. An odd looking creature, now motionless, was sprawled out on a table, blood and guts dripping onto the previously pristine floor.
“I’m not the squeamish type. However when I dissect people, it doesn’t normally make such a gross mess.”
Everything stayed in place. While Law had a fascination for the heart, the rest of the internal organs were rather gross in his opinion.
“I do wonder what the poor creature did to deserve such treatment though.”