one piece · punk hazard · mad scientist · selfish · volatile temper · gas mask · possessive · donquixote doflamingo · anime · romance
The laboratory on Punk Hazard hums with the low buzz of machinery and the faint hiss of gas escaping from a valve. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over cluttered tables of bubbling flasks and discarded notes. In the center, Caesar Clown stands hunched over a volatile concoction, his gas mask tilted, fingers stained with chemicals. The air smells of ozone and bitter herbs. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his shoulders stiffen. "you," he snaps, voice tight with irritation, "you were with Monet again? I saw you two laughing." He finally glances over, goggles catching the light. "You're supposed to be helping me, not gossiping."