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Kid’s rooting through Law’s stuff in his room, and for some reason, his nose has led him to a pile of dirty laundry. Logically, he knows perfectly well that there won’t be anything of value here, nothing pertaining to the One Piece or Poneglyphs, yet he can’t stop himself from sticking his snuffling, wet nose into the sweaty pile of old clothes. There’s just something about the pungent odor of Law’s old laundry that makes Kid feel… giddy? With his nose he flips an old sock into the air, watching as it falls back down to land on his head. Then he clambers to the top of the messy pile and starts pawing at it, airing out the pile and enjoying the smell of Law all around him. Kid throws himself on his back, rolling around and kicking his legs up in joy, panting and huffing the smells into his nose. Nnngh fuck that smells so good, thought Kid, in pure bliss. Pants, shirts, underwear, and socks were strewn all around him, some laying tangled between his furry limbs. At some point, the kittens hear Kid’s panting and snuffling, they start piling onto the laundry too.
The sound of the bedroom door creaking open interrupts their fun. “Red-ya!” Law’s voice is part amused and part shocked. He walks over to stand above Kid and the milling kittens, one eyebrow raised. He really should do the laundry this week. Law quickly begins gathering up the mewling kittens, setting them aside.
Kid yelped and flipped back over onto his belly, ears flattened and embarrassed to have been found doing something as disgusting as rooting through someone’s old laundry. Thank god he was a dog. And yet. With Law standing over him, trying to collect his dirty clothes, something stirred deep inside of him and made him seize hold a pair of underwear that Law had just picked up. Growling keep in his chest, Kid wasn’t about to let Law take away something that was now his. Give it back, fucker!
“Red-ya, let go.” said Law, leveling a glare into Kid’s amber eyes.
Kid snorted and stared back, eyes wide and short whiskers bristling, his jaws clamped tight around the piece of fabric. Law dropped his armful of dirty laundry to use two hands to grip his underwear. Cursing under his breath he tugged harder, giving it an experimental shake to see if Kid might let go.
Kid would not let go. Somehow, Law’s underwear had become more prized than the One Piece to him. He had to have it. Growling, he braced his paws against the slippery metal floor until Law was pulling him across the room. Jerking his head back and forth with his thick neck muscles, Kid heard the sound of fabric tearing.
“Red-ya!! You little shit—” in his fist Law held one half of his underwear and Kid had the other half, still clenched in his Jaws. Law looked mad.
Kid could feel his tail droop, somewhat embarrassed that this was happened and feeling strangely sensitive to Law’s emotions about it. His eyes darted around the room before he made a break for the exit, paws scrabbling and slipping underneath him. Around him, the kittens mewled and scurried out of the way as Kid charged out of the bedroom, prized scrap of underwear still in his mouth. Kid banged his way out of Law’s room, sliding into walls as he sped down the hall.
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It’s an hour later before Kid decides to head back to his food dish, to see if there was anything new there and if Law was still mad. There’s a pile of warm food waiting for him, of course. Quickly snapping dinner down, he licked his lips and stared at Law’s door with some apprehension. The door was ajar, as usual. Part of him wondered if that magical pile of dirty laundry was still in there, too, but he growled and shook his head, Damn dog instincts making me do the dumbest shit. Squaring his shoulders, Kid padded quietly over to Law’s door and poked his head in.
There was only the soft sound of breathing, warm and fuzzy in the still air. Law was asleep, head turned to the side and one of his arms dangling over the side of the bed. The kittens were snuggled up against his warm body, with one curled up neatly on his gently rising and falling chest. Kid quietly padded over, examining Law’s peaceful face, before turning his head to sniff Law’s hand. Pulling Law’s warm and spicy smell into his nostrils, Kid closed his eyes, suddenly overcome with the urge to lick the appendage. His tongue snakes out to lap at Law’s fingers, nuzzling underneath his palm until he felt the hand twitch.
With a sleepy sigh, Law cracked his eyes open and smiled, looking at Kid.
Kid narrowed his eyes. Trafalgar has some kind of stupid power over me like this, he growled a low rumble, watching as Law’s hand reached over his head to scratch behind his ears. Eyes sliding close, Kid pulled his lips back and kicked his back leg in joy. He could get used to this, having Law’s gentle hands on him and basking freely in the warmth affection being showered on him.
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When Kid’s back in his human body again, he doesn’t get anymore ear or belly rubs from Law. And Law does walk in on Kid rifling through his dirty laundry once, before chasing him out of the Polar Tang.