'vito. fire tank pirates. please,' the sound of a changing dial came and went.
his brother was much too short for doors to recognize but the man that he never seemed far behind was not that hard to locate. the doors liked him. he was polite, to a fault.
i stepped through the door, ignoring the many clicks that followed. it was an instictual reaction the crew had. no doubt from numerous assassination attempts.
my brother turned to face me, eyes curious.
'what brings you here, don't suppose law's gone and blown himself up now.'
'that was last week, with doflamingo.'
his brother laughed, his glasses slipping from his hair.
he had always been the crudest brother, that's why he fit in so well amongst this clan of assassins. it was home.
'actually,' his brothed startled, 'speaking of that boy, don't suppose he's gone mad with strawhat as an ally.'
this time i let out a laugh, 'he'll be grey haired come winter.'
my brother joined in my merit, our laughs echoed through the castle. off putting those who could not see the source of such sinister laughter.
maybe his brother wasn't the only one that had such a manner. they were raised together after all.