"That feels better." You hear Kid murmur as he strolls out of the bathroom only wearing his pants and honestly? How your eyes are still in their sockets is a mystery to you. "Thanks for letting me use your shower....and letting me crash on your sofa."

All you can offer the man is a slow nod, your eyes watching the muscles in his back flex with each movement he makes. Your stomach feeling fluttery at the sight and your hands beginning to tremble slightly.

My God, ovaries. Please go easy on me.

"D-Do...uh." You feel like slapping yourself when Kid turns to look at you curiously, your gaze still refusing to shift from his muscular torso. "A drink?" You babble out eventually, your face beginning to feel as hot as the sun and even more so when he chuckles. 

Oh God, he knows I'm being a pervert! 

"Do you mean to ask if I want one?" He questions, seemingly unaware that your concentration is a little occupied. Your eyelids forcing themselves closed in attempts to regain your composure as you rapidly nod your head.

"Yes, that." You nervously spew, making your way into the kitchen. "I have coffee, tea, cola, milk, lemonade...beer, if you like to start drinking early." Someone please shut me up!

"Lemonade will do." Kid murmurs, you see him through the doorway picking up his shirt and beginning to pull it over his head, you couldn't help but pout as the delicious back leaves your sights but at least the image is imprinted into your brain forever. 

Shit, what drink did he want again?

Out of impulse you turn on the tap, assuming he said water. Surely a muscular man like him drinks lots of water, right? Filling the glass, you then make your way back into the living room, handing him the drink.

You notice him tilt his head slightly at the refreshment before taking a sip, his eyes narrowing immediately. "It's flat?" Flat? It's water, what the hell does he mean it's--Oh...shit. He didn't ask for water, did he? "Ah well, about this blackeye...have you come up with a reason why you hit me yet? The cops will wanna know."

"Uh...because you insulted my friends?" You're not the best when it comes to making up these things. Sure he insulted your friends...he does that a lot, but you wouldn't hit him over it. Suppose as long as the cops don't know that, you should be alright. "Insulted my crush maybe? That might spark a reaction like that?"

Kid's expression all of a sudden morphing into a frown and instantly causing you to shut up. Perhaps it's best to leave making excuses up to him, yours are without-a-doubt terrible. "You have a fucking crush...on Trafalgar fucking Law?!" 

That's his main concern? 

"The guy is a fucking creep!" 

"When did I say I like Law?" You blurt out, your mind not quite processing what the hell just happened. Your question only causing Kid to drop his face into his palm and that's when you realize. Of course, that didn't sound right considering you punched him straight after he spoke poorly of the tattooed male. "I wasn't referring to Law! I was just trying to come up with random reasons! You come up with one if you're so good at it!"

My God, I am a fucking imbecile! 

"Okay, how about..." Kid falls silent as he bites onto his knuckles, his eyes staring coldly ahead while he thinks. It's so damn quiet all of a sudden, you could only hear your and Kid's breathing. "Fuck it. Just tell them I forced myself onto you, so you punched me."  

Why the hell would I hit him for that? Jesus, I would be ripping his clothes off myse--Calm down, me...calm down.

"Won't that make you look stupid though?" You question hesitantly, Kid turning to you with a slightly confused expression. "I mean to get rejected by a girl? Won't they just laugh at your expense."

"Nah, I'll be the one laughing." Kid coos as he folds his arms over his chest, his eyes suddenly filling with a smugness you only ever see when he beats Ace at snooker. "You see, the cops will know I was the one who robbed the museum. But me having an alibi? No matter how ridiculous it is, they'll just be mad that they can't pin me for it."

Yeah, if I was a cop that would make me mad too...

"Alright then...well, I hope this...hand thing you got is worth it." 

"It's a mummy's hand. But Yeah...me too." Kid sighs, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Doflamingo's paying us heavily for getting it but the money he'll receive for selling it onward is surely gonna be better." 

"That's just business though, right? How much will you guys get for it?"

"Doflamingo's giving us ten grand in total. Split between us all, it'll be two grand each."

"Two grand each? So there was five of you?"

Kid's focus shifts to you for a moment, the male visibly nibbling on his bottom lip. He stays silent for a moment, clearly reluctant to tell you. You're close to saying that you don't actually need to know now and dismissing the topic all at once but just as you open your mouth to speak, he answers you.

"Yeah. Me, Killer, Heat, Wire and Bellamy. Bellamy works directly for Doflamingo though, he was only there to make sure none of us takes off with the hand ourselves." 

"That's a little dangerous..." Your response causing the redhead to hum curiously as if to ask what you mean. "It's just him with four other guys? You and your gang could have just killed him and took the hand, right?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. If we wanted to." Kid agrees with a short nod of his head, his smirk growing wider as he rests his hand on your shoulder. "You're pretty sinister underneath that innocent act, aren't ya?" 

"I like to think I'm just clever." You retort, sending him a smirk of your own as your eyes bore into his. Seriously, he's a beautiful bad boy really. "So, you wouldn't have harmed him?"

"Nah, I stick to my agreements." You smile at his answer, knowing that he does usually honor his word and will work with people just fine, even if he doesn't really like them. Hell, he's more likely to be betrayed than to betray someone himself.

Although, if they double cross Eustass Kid, they clearly have a death wish.

A sudden song catches your ear...Lion by Hollywood Undead? But where the hell is it coming from? Your silent question soon being answered when Kid takes his phone from his pocket, the music stopping once he taps the screen. 

"Ah, it's Killer. I gotta get this." Kid mutters, only receiving a dismissive wave of your hand. Hell, he's Eustass Kid! What is he doing explaining himself to someone? Especially you?! 

I mean, you might have a tough punch according to him, but you're nothing to fear!

"Yeah, what is it?" Kid mumbles into the device, you could hear someone talking but the voice was too muffled and distant for you to hear what they were saying exactly. "Fuck, really? That was generous, is there a catch? ...Yeah, sure there isn't. I'll be there soon, stay put." 

"You're leaving?" You ask the obvious once he had hung up his phone, receiving a nonchalant nod from the redhead. You couldn't help but notice he has a clear frown etched into his features now. 

"Seems Doflamingo has given us eleven grand now. The extra thousand being for me since I beat up Drake..." Kid gives a simple shrug of his shoulders as he forces the frown into a polite smile for you, the man reaching for his coat. "I'll let you have that though, since you're being my alibi and all." 

Holy shit...a grand. It might not seem like much to someone like him but to you? That's bloody good money!

"Again, thanks for letting me crash here." He hums as he makes his way to the door, giving you a brief wave over his shoulder as he leaves. And just when you thought your crush on this guy couldn't get any bigger.

A fucking grand...