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. +

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 +

// ★·.·´¯`·.·★ 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

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.

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 +

“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 +

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.

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.

// OOOOOHHHHHH MY GOD

// apparently my one label on that art wasn’t enough. they had to slap another on there. lol

// buggy. 🩵

🪝🚬💍.

you forgot how close hate is to love.

// ugh he’d be so little and—- UGH.

/ MY CROSS GUILD 💥💥💥💥💥💥

// happy valentine’s day. . 😳

just help them, just do it. that way when you die, you won't be alone.

shut your dirty mouth. if i could burn this town, i wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die.

// m— mihawk— bathtub art

sitting in his chair beside the fireplace, already dressed for bed. he opened up his book, leaving it in his lap so his free hand could scoop up a freshly poured glass of wine.

if he’s not careful, dracule could crack him with that door on the way in.

// bestie is a big fan of the ex-wives club ( buggy and mihawk being shanks’ exes ), and then them splitting off so crocohawk and shuggy is end game. and her mind is so big and beautiful.

// you wish i thought about you like that /teasing x and what if i did. . ? /genuine you will always be special.

i feel bad for you. / i don't think about you at all.

. . idiot. disappearing down the hall, crocodile let himself into his room with a quiet shut of the bedroom door.

“sounds lovely.” the sound of disinterest sunk in after that, walking past him on the floor. light eyes weren’t trained anywhere, seemingly flitting as he headed down the hall. “try not to be too noisy, alright?”

“fine, normal. yours?” he didn’t really care that much, but conversation courtesy called for it. hook hanging the hanger he’d slid his jacket on, crocodile bumped the door closed with a foot, then hip.

watching the other enter, having just walked in. silent, hanging his jacket.

he was out late. hm.

you, who bares all of your teeth in every smile.

// thinking about hanahaki

// pinterest popping off with the buggy art. 😍

// mihawk in it…. ohhhh, i’m weak.

there's a darkness at the heart of my love that runs cold, runs deep.

🐊 🏜️.

🪝🤡🪶.