At least he owns dark clothes. 

She doesn't particularly pull off lighter colours too well.

Only one of Kyo's eyes are actually focused on the mirror before her, the other is closed as she attempts to wipe away her make-up with a wet flannel, the surgeon had kindly let her borrow some clothes for the night; a black button-down shirt with a large yellow heart outlined on the side, he also gave her some shorts since she didn't want to sleep in just her underwear given her current circumstances, apparently he has owned them since he was a teenager but no longer wears them. 

The shirt shows a bit of cleavage since it's too large for her and the buttons don't quite lead up fully to the collar but it will still cover the part of her body that she's most insecure about and the shorts are a little tight around her butt but at least this way, she'll be less likely to bleed onto the bed. 

The girl finally dropping the wet cloth into the laundry basket once her make-up is removed, she actually looks quite nice without the cosmetics for once, a small smile tugging on her lips as she grabs her clothes for work and exits the washroom.

The first thing she notices is that the raven isn't present so she would assume he's still in his room, getting changed himself, the redhead setting her previous outfit down on the couch and beginning to fold the clothing neatly. 

She has decided to visit Ace tomorrow and busy herself the following day, as her father suggested but after that, she intends to go back to work whether Mihawk likes it or not.

He can't dismiss her for getting a boyfriend, it's illegal for a start. 

Her attention diverting toward Bepo as the dog presses his cold, wet nose to her wrist, her expression softening on impulse as her eyes land on the furball and her hand already reaching out to him once she sets the clothes aside, her fingers gently scratching behind his ear. 

"Hello..." She can't quite contain her little grin as she watches the dog tilt his head into her touch, his tongue lapping at her arm as his large eyes stare up at her sweetly. "You are rather cute, I must admit..."

I wonder if he can sense my emotions...  

"Are you winning him over with treats whilst I'm not looking, Kyo-ya?" Law's voice immediately gaining her attention, although it's the tattoo on his chest that keeps her eyes focused on him, it's mostly obscured by his pyjama shirt but from what she can see; it's black and there's two arches with a dark flame-like design emitting from them. 

I wonder what it is...

"Not at all," She feigns indifference, her eyes finally trailing back up to his face, although it's far too late judging by how he slightly raises a brow, he certainly saw her looking where she shouldn't have been. "I just compliment his appearance." She adds regardless, a small smile gracing her lips as her hand travels down underneath the dog's chin, her fingers scratching at his neck and a flicker of amusement shining in her eyes when it leads to the pooch's leg shaking rapidly.

"Mhm, I'm sure it has nothing to do with your nimble fingers." The raven mutters whilst approaching the pair, his golden orbs fixated solely on Bepo as his brows furrow, one would assume the animal doesn't usually act this way, judging by the discreet surprise hidden in Law's gaze. 

"Says the doctor." She lightly teases, her hand abandoning the dog's warm fur as she instinctively reaches up to touch the surgeon's face instead, this is quickly becoming a habit of hers. 

Not that he seems to mind it much, his eyes calmly falling closed as her digits brush against his jawline, the sight causing a soft smile to break out across the redhead's lips, it would appear he and Bepo both enjoy a bit of contact low-key. 

"On another note, you never informed me that you have a chest tattoo, Trafalgar." Yes, she is fishing a little, curiosity has her wanting to know what the design is without explicitly asking.

A low hum rumbling in Law's throat as he takes a loose grip on her wrist, lightly tugging her touch away from his tan skin as his orbs scan her own, his smug smirk slowly spreading across his lips. "And you never informed me that you have one on your wrist." 

"Forearm." She corrects with a smirk that challenges his own, deciding that opening up a little might encourage him to speak about himself in return, Law is quite a fair man after all. "I got it because it reminded me of my pa, I know he's strict but...he cared for me in his own way, made me who I am today, I'll always love him for that."

Perhaps telling her boyfriend that she loves the man who wants to keep them apart wasn't so clever but at least it's the truth, she might not always see eye-to-eye with her father and will rebel when she deems it necessary but her loyalties will always lie with him. 

"Huh...I can understand that." A thoughtful expression gradually taking over Law's features as his lean fingers begin unfastening a few buttons on his night-shirt, opening it a little and showing off his chest in greater detail, the redhead trying to ignore the little blush tingling her cheeks as she observes the black burning heart adorning his pecs. "The heart reminds me of the fencing from my family home, it was the same pattern...and the smiley face is a reference to Cora-san."

He used that name again...

"Cora-san?"

"Oh, you know him as Rocinante." She can't quite help but smile at that, seems this man has a thing for nicknaming people. 

"Cute." That word was intended to be a thought rather than a vocal response but at least her slight blunder appears to be a blessing in disguise when she sees how red the doctor's face goes, a small pout etched into his features as he buttons his shirt back up, drawing a quiet snicker from the girl's lips. 

Now he's just unintentionally making himself look cuter.

"Do you have any other tattoos?" The raven inquires, clearly just trying to divert the attention away from himself and his flushed face as quickly as possible. Kyo's brows softly knitting at the obviously deliberate distraction but she doesn't address it, instead choosing to answer him while her thumb delicately brushes against his goatee. 

"No, not yet." 

"Yet?" He echoes with a glimmer of intrigue shining in his eyes, his cheeks still slightly pink as he rests his forehead against hers, his stare closely studying her own and unbeknownst to him, causing her heart to flutter inside her chest. 

Why does he look at me like that?

Little does she realize that she looks at him the exact same way.