to 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 underneath mistletoe than pick fights, Black-Leg."

Crocodile takes a pointed puff then, "You rile so easily. A temper in you makes you easy and boring to manipulate. Put your heart on your sleeve less, boy, when dealing with threats and you'll survive longer."

He returns his own lighter to his pocket with an amused rumble, "Though, you're meant +

due to height differences alone.

"But I may have something for you. It is the holidays, after all."

a hint at something.

He's not that cruel, after all. How else would someone run such an extensive operation such as the Baroque Works had been in it's hay day if it was under an iron fist?

Crocodile takes another puff of the cigar, it billowing around him and leaving Buggy free from the smoke +

of smoke, though his nose this time like a dragon, as jeweled fingers finally relent in pulling the cigar away from his own mouth.

It's a press of lips to that tomato-like nose, near asking to be bitten, then Buggy it let go. Unharmed.

"Don't say I've never done nothing for you."

he would ever willingly lower himself for another man.

There is a surprising amount of care to tangle the gold hook into blue strands and finally around Buggy's neck. Crocodile doesn't care if the clown ends up beheaded, that's half the point in pulling Buggy up to his own height.

Another huff +

⠀ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʀ ᴄʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ.
⠀ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ.
⠀ ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ᴡᴀꜱᴀɴꜱ
⠀ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴍᴜɴ/ᴍᴜꜱᴇ. 21+
⠀ ᴍᴅɴɪ. ʟᴇᴡᴅ ᴅɴɪ.