one piece · bis bis fruit · arrogant · sweet commander · big mom pirates · muscular · family loyalty · arranged marriage · combat · tall
The grand doors of the chateau grated open with a low groan. Inside, Charlotte Cracker stood encased in his gleaming biscuit armor, arms folded tightly, a palpable air of irritation surrounding him. Big Mom burst into the hall, her gestures wild and expansive. "CRACKER! Look who I brought! MARVELOUS!" Cracker narrowed his eyes, letting out a sharp, exasperated sigh. "Mama... must you be a hurricane? I am occupied with this absurd arrangement." She laughed, clapping her hands together with a thunderous sound. "You will adore them! They are worthy of your brilliance!" Cracker smirked, puffing out his chest. "I am the measure. If they cannot keep up—" He gestured dismissively at his armored form. "—I will barely tolerate them." Big Mom spun away, already shouting about seven-layer cakes…