Kidd really hated winter islands.
Not only had Killer ditched him at the first sign of civilization, but it was also laundry day. And so he found himself trudging through the snow wearing a pair of Killer's pants, and one of his jackets. He had borrowed a scarf (read: pulled it off of) one of his crew, and despite the layers of clothing, was still cold.
...Screw being cold, it was fucking freezing.
Kidd wrapped his arms around his torso and shivered, he wasn't used to this kind of weather. To make matters worse, this particular island was populated by tights-wearing midgets and a roly-poly old man who wore a fur suit.
At least it couldn't get any worse than this.
"Well hello Mister Eustass!"
...Fucking hell.
"What do you WANT, Law?" the redhead snapped angrily. Unfortunately for him, the muffler covering his mouth garbled his words. He frowned at the material as he pulled it higher over his nose, which was feeling chilled. The captain of the Heart pirates gave him the brightest smile and laughed.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself." He said with a smile.
Kidd fixed him with a look that would have killed lesser men, but the effect was ruined by a sneeze, and the doctor turned to him with a curious glance.
"You aren't getting sick, are you Mister Eustass?" He asked, and watched in amusement as a flush rose on the redhead's cheekbones. Baiting the man was just too much fun.
A small stand caught his eye, and he pulled the other towards it, ignoring the muffled sounds of protest coming from behind the scarf. The smell of hot chocolate beckoned!
...and he would have bet five dollars that Kidd had never had any.
"Two cups of hot cocoa please!" Law said with a grin, ignoring the strange look he was getting from Kidd. The mugs were pressed into his gloved hands, and he handed one to the shivering man standing next to him.
"Mrrhrr hm HRR hrhm?"
Trafalgar Law blinked.
"Pardon?"
Kidd pulled his scarf down under his lips with a glare. Law stared at his nose, it was the cutest shade of pink.
"I said, what the hell is this?" the redhead repeated as he took the drink in both hands, secretly enjoying the warmth seeping into his fingers.
"It's hot chocolate. You drink it." Law said as he took a sip of his own beverage.
"Shut up, Law." Kidd snorted as he raised the cup to his lips tentatively and took a sip. Okay, so this wasn't too bad. A little sweet for his tastes, but it was hot, and warmed him up quickly.
A group of carolers wandered by, and Law's eyes lit up. The redhead shot him a wary look.
"If you start singing, I'm going to punch you in the throat."
Law flipped him off with a smile and walked over to the singers, who were more than happy to oblige him. Kidd found himself surrounded by the merry people, and resisted the urge to drag a hand over his face in frustration. He settled instead for pulling his scarf back up over his mouth.
Fully intending to push past the crowd, Kidd found himself halted by Law slipping his arms around his torso and leaning his head on his shoulder.
"Aw, stay and listen to just one song, Mister Eustass?"
Don't look don't look don't look FUCK he's got the puppy dog eyes.
"...Fine."
Carol of the Bells started to play, and Kidd flushed as Law continued to hug him.
Maybe winter islands weren't so bad after all.