𝑐ʀ𝑜𝑐𝑜ᴅɪʟᴇ. 𓆌

+ or you’ll have much more to fear than a bad performance review.”

gently, the larger man began to retreat back into the chair he sat in, which inevitably meant that he began dragging buggy back too.

with a lean forward and a sweep of his left, crocodile hooked the weapon carefully around the younger man’s neck. his words came out low, coasting off the billowing waves of smoke seeping from his lips. “why don’t you come back over here and find out? and mind your tone when you say that, mutt. +

+ him, benefits of the devil fruit he’d eaten. but, within that studious state, there was the selfish ogle, eyes skirting down the fabric covered, arched back. down to his best curved places.

“and. . what could more space make better about this performance. seems quite alright with me.”

sure, the ball was supposed to be a point of interest, but naturally. . the animal of a man watched buggy’s movements, how his body would come apart and join together so seamlessly. things that would come in so handy to survival, to ease one’s life in the day to day. his maneuvers were uniquely +

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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝚆𝚘𝚊𝚑
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚙-𝚙-𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎?
𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜

+ close enough to get a read on their fashion sense.

as the crystal ball came into view, the predatory gaze found it, both brows lifted just slightly in wait. “yeah, yeah. you’ve got an amazing show. all i hear is talk.”

lavender eyes followed the hand first, only to return to the man standing before him. crocodile watched as fabric fell away from his body, revealing quite the outfit beneath. lots of stripes, very loud, but. . came with the package.

not that the former warlord made habits of checking out clowns +

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕨.
𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕔 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖.

+ enjoyable thing. surely you aren’t just a waste of air.” buggy wasn’t, just in the fact that even groveling, the bumbling idiot was beautiful to look at.

he scoffed, one fingertip swiping around the rim of the glass as his hand hung in the air above it. it’d crush the cut below it if he truly dropped the limb, but his touch remained delicate.

“i meant a figurative dance. you ran a circus for god’s sake, fool. you should be able to do a single +

// you did!!

+ mouth to blow what seemed like three lungfuls of smoke out. call it a smoke screen for the flashy bastard’s performance. “entertainment’s the name of the game. dance, monkey.”

“if i had an idea on how to be entertained, i wouldn’t have been forced to call on you, imbecile.”

eyes narrowed, gaze locked on the other man floating in front of him. “and if i did and told you, then that’d just make it all too easy for you. you’re a clown,”

his hand removed the cigar in his +

// buggy is so— pretty in that art aCK.

taking a sip from the glass tipped at his lips, it was soon placed back where it had come from, atop the coaster with condensation already built in a ring.

“from what i remember, i gave two options. but, if you’re already getting comfortable.” the former warlord sucked his teeth, grinning some.

// YA RANG? HAHAHAH 😘

“you act as though i’d call for the alternative.”

he’d scoffed then, leaning back in his seat and snagging his whiskey glass with just his fingertips. “he’s got better places to be than on the floor.”

stttttttretch.

mm. time for a shower.

📲 clown.

— do what you want with them then. but no one leaves.

📲 clown.

— are these worthy enough marines to bring in for any sort of questioning or interrogation?

the smell of alcohol and roses reminds me that i'm part of something much bigger than myself.

// someone offered me an account to flip on x for crocodile.

amen.

i may think of you softly from time to time. but i'll cut off my hand before i ever reach out to you again.

gazing into the mirror, my eyes linger on my face. the bruise on my cheek, the bags under my eyes. all i can think is; 'i was not meant to look this way.'

// sigh… dms/mentions only

i know i can be destructive in the things i do.

// nothing to do, so i revert to the dm sl… 👀 ooh.

how cruel it is that i am left here without you.