Miss All Sunday was not happy. Being summoned to your boss’s private chambers at 3 Am and please bring the first aid kit would probably have that effect on anyway.
Now here she was sitting on the bed behind a rather grumpy shirt-less man with tanned skin and perching eyes. Eyes that were directed at her boss who was sitting across from him, looking equally grumpy not to mention shirt-less, his normally well groomed hair hair tussled and unkempt, as through someone had been pulling at it.
The two of them just glared at each other as Nico Robin carefully stitched up the gash of the man’s back. A long gash made by someone in the heat of passion who forgot they had a large hook on one of their hands. She kinda wondered in that was how Crocodile had gotten that scar on his face too...
“There,” the secretary secured a cloth bandage over the wound “It wasn’t too deep. It shouldn’t take too long to heal Mihawk-san.”
There was a gruff ‘thank you’ from the man as she left to go back to bed...and try to get the image of what the two men had been doing to cause such an injury out of her head.
While the two sea knights just continued to glare at each other till one finally spoke...
“I said I was sorry Mihawk.” Crocodile flushed, he hated apologizing, especially twice. “Now stop staring at me.”
“Fine,” Mihawk turned his gaze away “But you owe me. Unlike you I didn’t get to finish.”
“Fair enough,” it was something he would only do for the swordsmen, crawling up to sit between his legs, pulling tight black pants down over those gorgeous tanned thighs, leaning in...
Mihawk smirked “And watch the teeth...”