Fashion disaster
Prompt: reconcile
Rating: G
Character’s: Trafalgar Law
Word count: 237
If reattaching limbs where they didn’t belong earned you a reputation of cruelty he mused as he stared glumly at his reflection, then this was nothing short of sadism. At first Law had thought it was the stupidest devil fruit he’d ever heard of. The Style-Style fruit that gave its user the power to change the appearance of clothes at will, but after running into it for himself he quickly decided that a devils fruits power didn’t matter so much as it’s user’s creativity and that “Fasionista” Claire Ammereta was nothing if not creative.
He supposed he should be grateful that she’d only made minor changes to his outfit; after all she could have put him in a dress for something. As it was he’d already discovered that he couldn’t just change clothes, because whatever he put on just transformed too. So now he had an entire closet of the hideous things, but at least he wasn’t stuck with a closet full of dresses.
Yes, he supposed studying his once yellow, sparkly pink hoodie in his reflection. Then dragging his eyes up to his newly lavender hat, tiny hearts replacing what were once spots. He had to force him self to look at the metallic silver, spandex abominations he now called pants. It could’ve been worse, but as it was he was going to have to reconcile himself with being the laughing stock of the Grand Line.
Deleted Scene:
Bepo: well we are the heart pirates Cap’n so at least it matches.
Law: *glares*
Bepo: I’m sorry