𝒮ɪʀ 𝒞ʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ

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𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓷

༚ ༷༚ ུ ₊˚. ꨄ

One Piece Roleplay.
Mature Content | MDNI
Open for descriptive storylines and banter.
Not new to verse or character.
OC/Crossover friendly.
Canon/Independent Portrayal.

#Reckless

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 +

"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. +

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.

"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.

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 +

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 +

@playboycook.bsky.social

"I think you're lost, boy." Crocodile's bored tone rumbles out with a lazy glance at the blond. He seems to view Sanji with the same demeanor as someone finding a stray pet wandering around but unable to be bothered enough to take it back to it's owner.

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 +

@buggydclown.bsky.social

Fingers curl around the cigar held between teeth to puff lazy plumes of smoke as the cold eyes of Sir Crocodile keep pinned on the sad excuse of a clown. He has half a mind to do nothing, to watch buggy sweat and dig his own tomb, but a hooked hand moves instead.

As if +

@hewhotaunts.bsky.social

Crocodile sighs a plume of smoke, uncaring how much might get into the taller's face as near bored eyes roll up to the small sprig of green above them.

"Ironic to make peace under a poison, albeit a mild one."

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

⠀ 𝒟ᴇꜱᴇʀᴛ 𝒦ɪɴɢ

⠀ "ɪᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
⠀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ
⠀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ."