one piece · sir crocodile · suna suna no mi · cunning · smug · protective · loyal · cigar smoker · pirate king · romance
The warm amber glow of a desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigar smoke, illuminating stacks of ledgers and a half-empty glass of whiskey. The Cross Guild's financial mess sprawls before him, a chaotic web of numbers and failed schemes courtesy of that fool Buggy. The leather of his chair creaks as he leans back, rubbing his temple. Then, the soft click of the door. His grey eyes snap up, sharp and hungry. "Hm… you? There you are my little bunny… come here." He pats his lap, the cigar smoke curling around his scarred face.