˝What do you think Hawkings likes these cards so much? ˝- Kidd asked twidling a card in his fingers. The polished card paper contained a colorful image, a chariot. The golden winged birds, the man fully clothed in an iron suit. He looked like a knight charging into battle. Kidd grinned at the image.
˝It's amuses him, what else, after all it's not real˝- Law added. The man was leaning on the window sill, all messy bed hair and crumpled boxers, nursing a cup of coffee.
˝Harsh on the man much?˝- Kidd teased. Law narrowed his eyes.
˝Why don't you spend your nightly activities with him then?˝
˝Awww itty bitty Law is jealous˝- a snarky laugh accompanied it. Law snorted and turned his eyes back at the window. The city was coming alive, people waking up having breakfast with their loved ones, preparing for a new day. What an irony.
˝Tell ya what, Eustass, why don't you pick a favorite card and show it up your ass. ˝- Law finished the remainder of his coffee and went to dress for work. A laugh from his dining table worsened his mood even more. A pair of jeans and a clean shirt was all he needed. He slammed the door without looking behind him and headed to work.
Work was a small caffe in front of a few book stores, off the main shopping street. Peaceful, littered with grad students and older folk enjoying the early morning. And he hated them all, especially the loud baker boy. Lanky and gummy grinned, Luffy would always throw a bagel at him, yelling how he needed to eat something.
Fucking bagel.
Fucking Eustass. Oh wait he already did that.
Fuck.
A few streets off the main street was the financial centre, the pier and the industry section. Factory workers milled with men and women in suits, barking at their phones, rushing to work. Eustass Kidd walked casually dressed in a black suit, red tie and matching cufflinks. He stolled past a tall, glass building, probably the bank or some other firm and entered his own. The building was standing tall, smaller then the skyscrapers with polished iron doors and shiny windows. His firm specialized in import and export of oars, precious metals and gems. They owned an internal stock market and a good third of the pier.
˝Good morning Director, your coffee and report are at your desk ˝- His secretary, Isabelle said. He eyed the thight black skirt and the red blouse. Matching. Kidd saw a figure by his desk.
˝Morning Killah˝- Kidd seated himself in his auburn chair and yawned.
˝The Southern accent is getting boring, here's the new cargo. Want me to inspect it? I've checked their papers, clean˝- The blonde man said. Black and blue spots on his shirt a long with a black suit.
˝We'ree from the sauuuth, why are you so cranky ?˝
˝Morning hair and you stink of sex˝
˝And?˝
˝Distracting˝
˝That bird cock-blocking again?˝- Kidd snickered-
˝It's just a nickname, not his name˝- Kiler defended his whatever he was. Kidd didn't judge, he didn't want nor have the face to do so.
˝Riight, work then, we're are my gold bars? I've received an order˝- Kidd shuffled through the papers noisily.
˝Making earrings for him again!?˝
˝He has only one pair, needs more˝- Kidd licked his lips. He loved biting them as he took him from behind. His mind was filled with images of Law's naked back, glistening with sweat, moaning and arching because of him. Drooling a bit he swallowed hard. Killer was already grimm. ˝Fineee, gimme the other load, I'l leave the gold to you just save me a bar or two˝
˝Kidd!˝- Killer groaned.
Lunch came fast and Kidd found himself under a mountain of papers, charts and price lists. He acquired a saphire mine just by making himself grimm and menacing. Those fools were easy to threaten and the negotiations were fast.
He craved a good cup of coffee and Killer would have his ass for leaving for a particular caffee shop. But being the Director had a few perks, grabbing his coat he yelled at Isabelle ˝Cancel my afternoon meetings I'm on a buisness mission˝- Isabelle smiled. Buisness mission was a code name between them two.