This is the closure from WWW that I didn't know I needed.

"Dragon!" Ivankov, as always, is loud.

Dragon sighs into his coffee, his morning has been so unruly today.

The most wanted man in the world doesn't take breaks often, there's always so much to do and so little time, but breakfast is the most essential part of the day. The Revolutionary Leader does his best to always set a couple of minutes to sit down and have a meal. Getting away for lunch or dinner is significantly more impossible, meetings and plans, and calls sometimes crawling late into the night. (The pursuit of freedom and liberty does not allow for a predictable 9 to 5). By now, his subordinates know to leave him alone to his little terrace in the early mornings, but Ivankov has never really played by any rules, unwritten or not.

Dragon appreciates his friend. He just really likes his allotted ten-minutes of silence, too, and this morning he has been interrupted once already.

The Okama King is heard long before he stands in front of Dragon, coming to a skidding halt opposite the thin, round coffee table were a coffee mug and an absurd amount of food are piled. Toasts and cheese and all sorts of meaty fillings share the limited amounts of space. There's a bowl of cereal, half of a frittata, and several different types of fruit. Perhaps, he's missed some of his father's flashiest characteristics, but in this, the Monkey men stand united: an inhumane appetite that often threatens to eat the world whole in one brutal bite.

"Ivankov," Dragon greets, patiently waiting for Ivankov's expected commenting on his eating habits, but it seems like the ruler of the Kamabakka Kingdom has another thing on his mind. He stands there, leotard, fishnets, and wild, curly purple hair looking very smug. He doesn't look like a revolutionary at all, which is what Dragon loves about their cause. No one "looks" like a revolutionary because there is no such thing, everyone can be one.

"Did you see the news?" he smirks, showing a newspaper clutched tightly in his hands. Ah, Dragon understands, this again.

"Sabo passed by yes," he informs raising his mug to his lips, he frowns briefly. His coffee has gone lukewarm.

"How can you be so calm?" the Okama demands, jaw hanging open at his nonchalant reception, "Your son is the Pirate King! Your kid! The Pirate King!"

Is he my kid?

Dragon has been tempted to ask about him. By now, Luffy's run into plenty of revolutionaries who can give Dragon insight as to who his blood and flesh has become. Dragon keeps up to date with the papers, and there's always been an undeserved sense of pride in Luffy's passionate actions and accomplishment. What is Dragon proud of? What right does he have to feel pride in the achievements of a man he abandoned as a babe?

Ivankov, Koala, Sabo... Dragon knows Luffy's heart from the legends he's helped make, but... Dragon wants to know what his son thinks of him, specifically. And he's... never brought himself to ask, because it won't really change anything, will it?

"Wasn't he always saying he would do that?" honestly, everyone around here is so surprised.

"Well, yes, that's why..." the okama continues, spirit alight in absolute wonder and joy. His old friend isn't the first to bear witness to Luffy's charms, a very particular expression Dragon has only seen in a select number of people.

He could be a powerful ally. Sabo had said.

He is. Dragon had replied.

Luffy doesn't need Dragon to point out to him the injustices in the world to him or the need to work tirelessly to eradicate them. Somehow, without his help, his son does it spectacularly well already.

(The older man wants to think it's the little of him Luffy might carry into him.)

"Then why are all you people so surprised?" Ivankov opens his mouth to retort, eyes baffled but then seems to think better of it, shooting Dragon a speculative look. Eccentric and ostentatious, he might be, but the Okama King is a General of the Revolutionary Army for a reason. Dragon, though, does not shift under the scrutiny. "From what I understand, Luffy is the type of man to follow through what he says." (And there goes that undeserving pride.)

"Now that I think about it, you haven't met yet, have you?" It's not an accusation, but it feels like one all the same.

"I'm sure the winds will be in our favor soon enough." Dragon might just have to start taking a more proactive approach to make it happen. Maybe now that Luffy's main journey has reached its end, he can spare some time for an old man.