A Matter Of Trust:
Dive had been a very busy bee. The next day after breakfast she couldn't wait to gossip with House, Emma, Whitney, and Clash. Quincy would pretend not to listen, gossip was immature rubbish to her, but they all knew she ate up the juicy details just like the rest of them. Uppity bitch…
Hip, Hop, and Joplin would be present as well but they were firmly anti-Jam which bothered the blonde woman greatly. "But that's the thing. Jam doesn't do anything. It's all the Boss," the small woman clarified, determined to defend her friend.
"She's always putting that ginormous ass in his face," Joplin hissed, annoyed just thinking about their newest addition. I'm way cuter and I don't feel the need to show off like that.
House shook her head. "No she's not. She's completely unaware she's being watched. Jam only dances like that when she's alone in her lab. She did a small bit when she blew up that base, but the movements she made then were tame. I don't think she'd do all that gyrating if he were present." That would take courage. I'd be too shy.
Brushing her long hair, Dive rolled her eyes. Gods they are so jealous of the jelly monster. "Last night he barged in her lab, didn't even bother to knock," she scoffed.
"He's the Captain he doesn't have to," Hop was quick to justify.
"He'd knock before opening the door to the woman's quarters. Everyone deserves that level of courtesy," Whitney replied, a bit put off by her boss's behavior.
"Yeah and the weird greedy look on his face was telling. He was up to something. But we spoiled it," sang Dive, swinging her legs from her perch on her dresser. I need some new ribbons…
"He did seem alarmed we were present in the lab," House muttered, styling her hair into her trademark horns. Looked like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"I got him good though. Put Jam's freshly painted toes in his face," the bubbly woman giggled, picturing the Captain's embarrassed face.
"Why would you do that? You know how he is about feet," Hop whispered in disbelief. This stupid bitch right here.
Gleefully Dive began swinging her legs faster, unable to contain her excitement at this tidbit of juicy info. "I wanted to confirm my suspicions. Got him to admit he found her toes pretty."
"I may have been spying at his door last night. Caught a few snippets. Killer thinks he finds her cute," Emma added on, sticking her tongue out as she penciled in her eyebrows.
"How is she unaware of his attention then? Is she stupid or something?" Clash asked, seriously stumped, polishing her Claymore.
"No, it's just she doesn't know how the boss is. She thinks he's just being normal while we know he's being nice by his standards," House explained, having gotten to understand a little of how the Professor behaved.
"But how the hell did she attract him?" Hop asked, wondering what such an unfashionable woman did to catch the Boss's eye.
Emma snorted, wondering when did everyone get so damn stupid. "Everything about her screams chaos and Kid thrives in bedlam. It's not hard to understand," she mocked.
"I think her danger level and strength drew him in but what got him all focused on her is Killer. You know they're kind of a packaged deal," said Quincy, before her eyes widened at the implications. Blushing she stuttered out, "Not like that you perverts! Just if someone were to date one of them, the other would be included heavily in their life. Helping Killer gather information and giving him that machine did a lot in way of earning the Boss's favor. Plus the power crystals help us all."
"She's also working on building a meat freezer for us. But it's really Killer's freezer. Several people cook but the kitchen is Killer's domain," said Dive, happily thinking of all the great food they could store soon.
"That's it? She's nice to Killer!" Hip screeched, ready to boil over. I'm nice to Killer! I'm nice to everyone!
A loud sigh left the kind, usually patient woman. "Nice without an ulterior motive. She doesn't know how close they are. She wasn't trying to get to Kid by going through his best friend. Jam thinks dehydrated food is a useful thing to keep around for an emergency food stash. The idea of a giant freezer to enable us to keep fresh food at our disposable is imperative. She said she's landed on islands that had very little in the way of sustenance. Her actions are practical in her eyes. I know some of you don't believe in Astrology but the Captain is a Capricorn, he bleeds practicality," House reminded everyone, a few occupants groaning at her. Plus he loves to eat.
Turning on her flat iron, Whitney hummed. "She's useful as hell too. Unlimited power for all of our shit at the expense of the marines. I mean what more could a pirate ask for?"
Quincy piped up once more. "The professor's shared several of her pharmaceuticals with Pomp and I. She's in the process of teaching us how to make some of them. Jam even agreed to let up use her dehydrator for our herbs and plants when necessary. We all know Killer won't share the kitchen one for shit." That dickhead saying he doesn't want us to mess it up.
"Same when I asked. I'll be able to make more face cream and moisturizers when we land. Hopefully this next island isn't a winter one. She's not bad. A bit barmy yeah, but reasonable. Just don't touch anything without permission. Isn't that right Dive?" House asked with narrow eyes, remembering last night's fiasco with the blonde woman nosing about in the lab, opening every drawer she could.
The smaller woman looked on sheepishly. "That was an accident," she pouted. At least Jam didn't get too mad at me.
Hip and Joplin looked on sadly digesting this new information while Hop made a grimace.
"Oh don't be so whiney. Kid may find some beauty on the next island and forget all about the Professor. His moods are fickle as fuck. I think his libido spiked after he fooled around at that brothel. I for one am glad he got over himself and was acting normal. The horny bastard may just need to satisfy himself and Jam's new. Sometimes I think you guys read too much into every little thing," Clash huffed, irritated with the conversation. I swear they're all so damn sensitive.
"A good looking woman can catch his eye and satisfy him for a second but it's all just sex. The Professor managed to attract him and it looks like its driving him batty," Dive giggled, finishing her hair.
"I find it kinda funny. Like poetic justice. How many women have thrown themselves at the Captain only to be used as a quick lay? And now he wants someone who has no clue he's interested like that. Face it Kid relies on his muscles and roughish looks to get attention. Girls melt at his feet, it's not like he tries hard. I think he needs to feel the particular sting of rejection. Might do him some good," Whitney said wisely, finishing applying her eye makeup while she waited for her flat iron to warm up.
Hop frowned, reaching for a red sash to add to her attire. "He has. Victoria got mad at him and Killer and never spoke a word to them after some argument about curry udon. Then she died before anything happened between them."
The tall black woman rolled her eyes. "That was a first love. Was it meaningful yes, it literally inspired him to take to the seas. But that wasn't serious and it probably wouldn't have lasted. Kid was way too young for that. From what I've gathered he admired her strength and take no shit attitude," replied Whitney.
"We're both tough as nails," Joplin protested, hands on her hips.
"The two of you can't even tell him no. He could walk all over you and it be 'yes boss.' Jam's crazy; if he tried that shit with her, I'd bet my stash she'd go for the jugular," said Clash, holding her sword up to the light to see if she missed any spots.
"Ladies if boss hasn't looked your way by now, it's a pipe dream. We've all had a bit of a crush on him at one point or another, but the man isn't exactly the romantic type. He's all goals and fighting. And honestly looking back, I was confusing his kindness for something more. I know he's saved us but he's the same with the guys. He's a great captain, and he cares about us greatly, just not in that manner," Emma said, hoping to end the discussion.
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It had been a week on ship as the Professor slowly got used to being part of a group. These guys are incredibly close to one another. So many big personalities. Dive was her favorite, always going the extra mile to make her feel included. The small bubbly woman often barged into her lab and watched her work, filling her in on the going-ons in the crew. Sometimes she brought along House, who always came prepared with snacks.
Dive was sitting on top of her main preparation table, crunching on some veggie sticks. "A pasta maker. They won't ask for it, but I know they'd go crazy for it," she sang out, talking while eating. And it would piss off those guys even more.
House sucked in a breath. She herself loved Killer's pasta dishes. Those fresh herbs he's been drying have been lovely. But freshly made pasta would be absolute heaven. Every since their ladies night, House had warmed considerably to the Professor. She's way less scary when she's not trying to murder you. Ooh Dive it's a great idea. But evil too.
Jam quirked an eyebrow at the younger woman's request. "I suppose it wouldn't be too hard. I'll put it under my drafts," she said reaching for a cherry tomato from their veggie and fruit tray. House had brought it along with a cheese, meat, and cracker board. Popping a grape in her mouth she continued, "It's how I work. I order projects by importance and then by my ability to currently advance them. Sometimes I run out of materials or don't have enough test subjects, it all depends."
"So can you make anything?" House wondered, grabbing a cheese stick.
"I've yet to come across something I couldn't pull off if I really wanted to. But I do turn down certain experiments," the scientist answered.
"What kind of things do you refuse?" Dive asked, curious if it was a morality issue or something else.
"I rate each experiment from a case by case basis. You gotta tell me exactly what it is and then we can sort out the details," Jam explained, grabbing her notebook and adding pasta maker to the list. I bet I can extort all the mac and cheese I want out of that furball in exchange.
"That's cool. So could you make me glue that's safe for skin and has a remover when I need it?" the bubble-headed woman inquired with a nasty smile.
"I could. What's it for?" the older woman said, questioning the blonde's motivations. Always up to something aren't you? I guess that's why we get along.
Blue eyes lit up with impish glee "Pranking," she giggled, thinking of all the naughty things she could get up to. That rude bastard is going to pay.
The Professor narrowed her eyes at her new friend, knowing the type of mischief the bubbly blonde got up to. "The Captain's not going to be mad at me for assisting you?
"No he'll find it funny so long as I don't use it on him," she pledged, crossing her heart.
Jam snickered, That big hypocritical baby. "Alright, give me a few days."
Black lips fell open in shock. "Really?!"
The professor shrugged and smiled. "Yeah. You may want it for a gag, but it could have several other uses. And I'm bored anyway," she said with a pout.
"But aren't you busy helping boss?" cautioned House, not wanting Dive's childishness getting the Professor in trouble.
"Except for the power adaptor for the engine, he hasn't really approached me yet. He left a note with a basic blueprint for that freezer and just disappeared. Every time I try and find him, he vanishes. I've even left him notes on my projects and haven't gotten a response. So I've been occupied showing Quincy and Pomp all the pharmaceuticals I make, focusing on concocting a supply for the infirmary. But I am almost out of materials though. When we dock, I'll be real busy gathering and stealing supplies. Hopefully there's something cool to investigate. The island we met on was a bust," she sulked.
"We could help," the horned woman offered, making Jam stare at her in surprise.
Dive placed her hands on her hips and loudly proclaimed, "That's how the Kid Pirates work. No one goes off on their own very often. We splinter off into groups. Shitty tasks go much faster with help."
"Ok then, cool." I've never had aid, only competition.
The slightly taller woman nodded. "Jaguar has a nose like a bloodhound. You could tell him what you want if there's like a forest of jungle and he'd find it. Pomp does most of the forging for him and Quincy. I'm sure he'd help. Bubblegum is good at haggling with the vendors and spotting quality items. Men are always super nice to Hip, Quincy, and Whitney offering them ridiculous discounts. I'm good at finding fresh herbs in the marketplace," House answered.
"Good to know. And you?" Jam asked turning to Dive.
"I'm stealthy as fuck and have the stickiest fingers!"
"Really?" Jam asked, letting her left hand bubble into a jellied appendage, waving it in her friends face.
Dive snorted out choking laughter. "You're crazy."
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The Professor found Quincy to be a contradiction. She loved to act poised and proper, but was immature at heart. Her medical knowledge was astounding and while she was eager to learn, the tall beauty often put her foot in her mouth with a desire to puff herself up. The curly haired woman liked to act like she already knew the things Jam was showing her, much to the smaller woman's annoyance.
"Yes that's such a simple formula. I could have come up with it," Quincy said, looking over the Professors notes on basic pharmaceuticals. Jesus this stuff is so advanced. I don't want her to think I'm a dumbass…
Pomp was easier to deal with but sometimes his flirty personality was a bit much. Jam knew he did it to be funny and wasn't serious, but it got irksome after awhile. Now when they were talking about bombs, he was super focused and very resourceful with his gunpowder concoctions. He loved making things go kaboom the same way the Professor did. Flashily. They were both looking forward to docking and testing out a new explosive.
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It was four more days until they reached landfall. Reck was busy with his mapmaking. He always drew a rough sketch of an island on one side of his paper and on the back the relevant information from the island. Approximate land size, resources available, island name, if it was anyone's territory, those kinds of details.
Sometimes Wire joined him and added illustrations of cool things they encountered. Yuki no Namida was boring and he had just finished with it, setting the map aside to let the ink dry properly.
Sighing to himself, he poured a nice big glass of wine. Everything was going well, too well in his opinion. It feels like a calm before the storm type of situation. Best to enjoy this fine Merlot and hope for the best.
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Kid grunted, darting to his workshop like a criminal. Years of living on the streets taught him how to sneak and slink in the shadows without ever attracting attention. Fucking evil midget…
He knew he was the one being crazy. Somehow between him and a fucking mad scientist, he was the crazy one. This is screwed up. Wack-ass no good woman.
The morning after Dive's shitty ladies night he had drawn up a rough sketch of the freezer he wanted with dimensions and a couple of important details. He had Killer hand it off to Jam, saying he was busy and not to be disturbed.
Pondering to himself, while tinkering in his workshop, he finally figured out why she got to him. She was nice. Nice nice unless you pissed her off. A fucking hugger of all things. People were not nice to Eustass Kid. Not even when he was a cute little runt was anyone kind to him. Killer and him bonded over their shared hardships. Their relationship was a give and take until they formed a bond of trust. It took time for him to open up to his crew. And no one just invaded his personal space on the regular like it was no big deal.
She wasn't afraid of him, not even the tiniest bit. Part of that conclusion pissed him off; he was a powerful, fear-inspiring, beast of a man. But a small sliver of his gruff persona knew he enjoyed how comfortable she was with him. People were always quick to judge and assume the worse of him. He grew big early on in life. Fuck it was part of the reason Killer approached him in the first place; the blonde assumed he was the same age because of how tall he was. Being as physically imposing as he was, people were afraid to even get near him. This runt expressed not a drop of apprehension in his presence.
His Observation Haki let him know she had no ulterior motives. She wasn't being flirty or trying to get something outta him; she hugged when she was happy. Simple as that. Poor Heat had gotten one yesterday when he shared his homemade hot sauce with her. The blue man had turned puce, stammering out a "Your welcome," before practically fleeing.
Glad I'm not the only one. Vaguely he thought of how Killer might react to an impromptu hug. That bastard would stutter worse than Heat. You could probably see his blush though his damn helmet!
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Jam meanwhile was none the wiser to all this gossip over her presence. But she was concerned with the way her captain was seemingly hiding from her. Ever since that day in the engine room he's been M.I.A. Wonder what's crawled up his ass?
An alarm startled her from her musings. The loud siren was blaring. Her lab door was ripped open and the object of her contemplation rushed in, "That's the signal for an enemy combatant. To the deck!"
Running behind the red haired captain to surface of the ship, the two were greeted by cannon fire and pandemonium. A navy vessel was fast approaching, "Che, those fucking morons. You know who I am! Why the hell would you send METAL cannonballs at me?!" Quickly the cannonballs froze midair redirecting the trajectory back their assailants.
Killer, Wire, Boogie, and Hop all jumped over, bringing the fight to their enemies. The trio quickly disposed of several marines, their blades slicing through such weak opponents. Pomp, UK, Dive, Joplin, and Bubblegum crossed the metal gangplank their boss had assembled, dashing forward and making quick work of the small fries on the deck.
Looking around, Jam realized that the crew didn't really need her. This ship was a regular patrol ship, nothing fancy so its combatants were being ripped apart by the seasoned pirates. Sighing she piled up the bodies and began to melt them down for bio-fuel. Pulling out a blue vial she lobbed it over. Thankfully I made these morons immune to the liquefaction serum all because Dive couldn't keep her grubby hands out of my things.
It was easy to forget how dangerous Professor Inator really was. He saw a few of his people get covered in that awful blue shit the witch used to melt people down. And this was it. Her betrayal. He'd murder the little bitch for this. Without a conscious thought, a metal arm assembled and barreled down, slamming the scientist down onto the enemy's deck, cracking the wooden floor. He didn't pull his punch, hitting her with the full force of his monstrous strength. His arm rose, ready to pummel her to death.
Green eyes widened in shock, as a small body dashed to her captain. "No boss! They're fine!" House shouted pulling at his arm, trying to prevent him from attacking her friend once more.
Out of the dark blue mire emerged his subordinates, sticky but no worse for wear. "Why didn't that affect us?" Compo, Boogie, and Joplin walked away from the muck, the blue sludge sliding off them and onto the floor.
Kid's amber eyes widened in surprise and he swore under his breath, "Fuck."
Jam groaned from her position on the floor, the back of her skull screaming in pain. What in the fuck? Who the hell hit me? Her mind was spinning as she barely noticed Dive in her face, trying to get her to focus.
The small woman was pushed aside by Pomp, who pulled Jam's face towards him to check for a concussion. He removed her goggles gently and stared into her eyes. "Ah pretty lady, don't be shy. Can you follow my finger?" the small man asked, carefully studying her eyes. Fuck it all Boss. She wouldn't waste her time making us cool stuff just to screw us over. Think sir think. He sighed, knowing the large man was probably yearning for a rematch and that the sexual tension he picked up on was making his captain crazy.
Kid felt stupid. Why would she wait all this time just to surprise him with a betrayal? She wasn't some ridiculous over the top comic book villain making everything theatrical…Shit.
Unsteady feet rose up, pushing her namaka away. She was huffing loudly and cradling her head. Facing her Captain, she hissed, "You actually doubt me. Screw you!" The mad scientist swayed but stomped away, angry and hurt at how he viewed her. I told him how I felt about traitors and this is how he treats me!
"And where do you think you're going?" he said, jumping in front of her path.
"Leaving! You attacked me, thinking I was killing them! You don't trust me for shit! Go to hell you ugly bastard!" she shouted, glaring up at him.
"Quit being so fucking emotional! What was I supposed to think when you threw that crap at them?!"
"Are you really saying that shit to me you hypocritical asswipe? You the chicken shit whose been hiding from me for days?"
A vein pooped out the man's forehead, throbbing with murderous intent. "You will respect me—"
"Fuck your respect; you were itching to strike me. The hell with this crap!" Quick as a flash she was gone, descending into the bowels of her lab, stuffing her most precious belongings into a bag. I'm stupid for ever thinking I had gotten lucky enough to find a spot to stay. I should know better by now.
Little footsteps halted her progress. "Jam, you're not actually serious are you?" a soft voice asked, sadly. No, we were having so much fun together.
"Very," the woman hissed, grabbing some pills and swallowing them quickly. That should prevent the concussion and give me the strength to either fight or leave.
Dive's voice warbled and cracked, "But he didn't know. He thought you had melted the guys!"
"I've been with you guys for almost two weeks. Not a long time no, but plenty of time to do whatever the hell I pleased. What kind of half cocked moron would think I'd wait that long to double-cross someone and what do I even gain? Nothing. Your captain is a lunatic."
"The Boss isn't good at trusting people. He's been stabbed too many times to count," the blonde defended.
"Not my problem. But since I like you and a few others, I'll be nice and just leave. Usually I'd sink the ship and damn the crew to a watery grave but I'm not going to punish all you for the assclowns's bad decisions. Now move!" the woman growled.
Still angry she turned around and vented some more. "And why wasn't he reading the research notes I gave him? What's the point of a scientist then?" Dive had no response.
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Up on deck, the crew looked on nervously. In an endeavor to establish order, the red-haired captain began giving out orders. "Go loot that marine ship."
"Kid…" Killer began. I know what it looked like; I was about to slice her up myself. You need to apologize though.
Reading between the lines, the younger man huffed. "I've got this. It was a little mistake; she'll get over it. Besides the mouthy cunt got right up. Jam's fine, just dramatic," he said, crossing his arms and hoping he was right.
The small woman marched up the stairs, Dive at her heels. The muscular man glanced at her bags and snorted. "And where do you think you're going woman? You can't just up and leave. Where will you go? We're in the middle of the god-damn ocean!" he shouted, glaring at his subordinate.
"And you may have a concussion!" Pomp, yelled, worried about the Professor's safety.
She ignored them both, stalking over to the railings and preparing to jump. I've swam further but this is going to suck.
Amber eyes widened in stupefaction. This crazy shrimp is going to swim for it! Swim out here in the New World! "I forbid you."
Not even bothering to turn around, she gleefully uttered out, "Try," with a mocking tone and swing of her hips. This bull-headed bastard is something else. How dare he order me about!
Kid saw red. Now the ship wasn't that damn island. Here he had access to metal and plenty of it. Focusing his powers he pulled out the stash he kept, various sheets of metal and weapons coming out of every nook and cranny. A large metal tornado formed, encircling the two. Those marines had been nothing but fodder, but the gremlin would be a proper fight. His tongue darted out, licking his lips in voracious hunger. "You sure, because this time you won't be so lucky," he growled.
Professor Jam Inator laughed loudly, pulling her knucklers on and getting into a battle pose, glad he took the bait. I am going to punch that imbecile in his revolting mug till he chokes on his own blood!
There was something so aggravating about such a feminine laugh. It pissed him off to no end. How dare she laugh at me! Who the fuck does she think she is?! He formed his customary gigantic metal arms and threw a punch.
She probably has a concussion Master Kid. Is this even a fair fight? Heat wondered, uncomfortable with the situation. The rest of the crew looked on in dismay. It was a routine marine battle, how had it gotten out of hand so quickly?
Jam dodged, her small size allowing her to evade the swing. It also helped that Kid was somewhat restricted least he damage the Punk. Slipping in between his elongated metal limbs she threw the entirety of her weight behind a punch that encapsulated all her anger at this situation. He doesn't have faith in me. I was never one of them…
The blue Seastone knuckles hit their mark, his left stub now dislocated at the shoulder. She aimed for an old wound, the pain surging throughout his body. The redhead groaned, biting down hard to keep from screaming out. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Never! He used his good arm to pop it back in to place, hissing as he did so.
Wasting no time, she jumped away and out of his immediate range, bouncing on her feet as a boxer would. This fight would be nothing if I hadn't made everyone on board immune to my most common toxins. That's what I get for being nice.
And soon it was a flurry of attacks, metal coming at the small woman from all directions. Having little choice, her body bubbled, the amorphous blob form making an appearance once more.
Kid's eyes shone with anticipation, his manic grin overtaking his features, making him look crazed. The blob stretched an arm out, easily weaving through the metal tornado of sharp projectiles and wrapping a tendril around the man's ankle and yanking him downward. He slipped forward but caught himself just in time to avoid a strike by her Seastone knuckles. Sneaky bitch. And then a heinous thought entered his mind, making him chuckle darkly. Above the fight, metal melded together, forming a reinforced metal container. He'd put the Jam in a jar!
Kid used some of the metal to attack and distract her, slamming her against the deck with his fist, watching her ooze right back up and send a jellied appendage at his abdomen, slicing though his flesh. She can cut me in that form. Holy shit! This evil cunt can harden herself. Armament Haki! I need to end this quickly as neither crushing nor slashing attacks seem to do any damage. Focusing his power, he began slowly covering the floor in a thin metal layer. He would have to be fast or she'd escape.
As soon as Jam righted herself for another attack, he lifted the metal coated floor up a foot off the ground and put the box over it, capturing the short woman, as one would catch a bug. Calling on his power he magnetized the lid close and began condensing the metal, making it thicker and harder to escape from. You're not going anywhere.
Jam was in shock. Did he just trap me in a big metal box? This chicken fried fuck is too afraid to fight me properly! She slammed up against the walls, trying to free herself, hating the feeling of being caged.
The box got smaller and smaller until the limited room was crushing her. Even a diamond can crack another diamond and that's exactly what was happening; her body was pressing up against itself causing the woman pain. Fuck, I still need air and he's squishing me! God-dammit! –was Jam's last thought before she lost consciousness.
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According to an SBS comics are a thing in One Piece-Law reads the ones on stealth Black. Lol what a nerd. So Kid can compare Jam to a comic book villain. Kid's been wanting a rematch; he has to be the strongest member on his ship. Egotistical asshat. The metal box he makes in Wano to trap Big Mom's homies? Yeah he's used a containment box before. Poor Professor Inator-a box is so simple she didn't even think of it.
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1086 was more mysteries than answers. I am glad we got the names of the five elders though. I wonder how exactly Shanks is related to Garland? They say Oda is doing well after his eye surgery. I hope 1087 focuses on the Strawhats or on what happened to my two babies. I don't care how selfish that is. But I have proof Vegapunk is evil now. Poor Dragon can't believe the destructive power the scientist gave the World Government.
Omg episode 1066! How can people not like him? My poor trash baby. No wonder he's so grouchy. I knew he was mistreated by that doodle Oda did of him as a brat ages ago. It looks like he's living in the scrap yard. And we got new pictures of some more crew members. I updated chapter 4 with the new information. I even put pictures on Wattpad and Ao3. And Law you troll! Those sarcastic smiles and that pout were to die for. They argue like brothers having a dick measuring contest. Giggles.
