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@desertcrocodile.bsky.social

"ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ, ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱᴏɪʟ, 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈... ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʟᴍ ɪꜱ 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹."

"It is." Fingers find what he's after as Crocodile works open the gilded case for a cigar to bite between teeth. The case snaps shut like the maw of his namesake and is tucked away til an equally gilded lighter takes its place in jeweled claws to light the cigar with a few lazy plumes of smoke. +

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲 𓂃ㅤ˚ ໑@playboycook.bsky.social · 2y ago

“Is it now?” Tilting his head curiously, he inhaled another bout of nicotine, feeling the calming affect settle through his body. Still, the fire in him raged. He’d had enough of this man back in Alabasta. “Maybe you shouldn’t discount me so easily.”

Crocodile's jeweled fingers curl over the ever present cigar held between teeth as he huffs plumes of smoke to the side. "Making peace under poisons is the strangest of traditions... and I happen to be strange," he comments with eyes fixed on the taller in quiet, bored amusement.

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"If I'm the one who is lost it is still rather unfortunate for you," Crocodile's low tone rumbles back to the Straw Hat without care for the smoke blown his way. Unbothered. It serves to make fingers itchy with a need to delve into his coat for a cigar in the elegant, gold casing they were kept in.

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲 𓂃ㅤ˚ ໑@playboycook.bsky.social · 2y ago

Taking a long inhale of his cigarette, he blew the smoke in Crocodile’s direction. If the hook’d man is there, then he surely was in the wrong place, not even noting the mistletoe. “Or you’re lost, ever thought of that?”

The smoke gives away Crocodile's amusement more than any noise as it huffs from him the moment that cigar is brought back close. "I hope you're not expecting much in your stocking." Evidence enough that it wouldn't be empty but perhaps not holding what the clown ideally sought. Still, it's +

Buggy D Clown • No longer in the cross guild@buggydclown.bsky.social · 2y ago

that he could say, despite the fear and embarrassment wracking his body, was a high pitched squeal, "ON MY NOSE?? W HY?" A gloved hand quickly slaps over his mouth when he realises his volume control was out of whack. ".....Merry Christmas Crocochan"