/CRASH/ /BANG/
Law turned, staring at the woman who had apparently invaded his submarine, ready to fight before noticing who it was.
"Y-Yoko? What the hell are you doing here?" Trafalgar Law asked, his eyes wide. "And why are you covered in wounds?"
"Oh this?" the aforementioned Yoko asked, looking at the various wounds. "It's nothing, I just.." she winced as she sat down. "I just ran afoul of a few things. Some seastone was involved, a few people exploded. The usual."
Law sighed and moved over to her, grabbing his tools along the way. "Again? Jesus, Yoko, you're gonna get yourself killed."
"Aw, Tra-boy, you sound almost worried.." she grinned at him briefly before hissing as he applied alcohol to the various cuts and bruises. "That shit stings, what the hell are you using?"
"Whiskey," Law replied simply. "Now take your top off."
"At least buy me dinner first." Yoko grumbled, complying.
"You /know/ that's not what I mean," he replied, applying more whiskey to the wounds, eliciting another pained hiss from her.
"I know, I just love teasing you, Tra-boy," Yoko responded cheekily.
"There. Now I'm gonna wrap them up," Law said, standing up. "Don't move. And quit calling me that."
"Well, hurry up. It s cold as fuck in here," she demanded.
"Yeah, yeah..." he responded, making sure to take his sweet time gathering bandages whilst ignoring the glare his friend was giving him.
Yes, it was just another day in the new world.