His Eyes Followed The Direction Of Klaus's Gaze And Shifted Where He Stood, Letting Out A Hum. He Certainly

His eyes followed the direction of Klaus's gaze and shifted where he stood, letting out a hum. He certainly agreed that the two were suspicious, there was something not quite right. Too uniformed and styled to be dressed so casually. It would not be the first nor the last time that the Marines had sent someone undercover in his casino, seeing if anything was amiss. It was more proof, once again, that the World Government was aware of the danger letting pirates run free with impunity could invite. He was not about to give any reason for them to grow more suspicious of him, not while his plans were still in the works.

"Keep an eye on them regardless, the last thing we need is them to stir up trouble." He kept scanning over his casino, reveling in the fact that everything was on the up and up. There would be no trouble unless the Marines decided to go looking for it. Even then, he could likely still keep them away from his bananawani tanks and that was the most suspect part of the whole building. Running Baroque Works in the fashion that he had, there was no tying it to him, especially not in his home.

Klaus had his moments to be certain. Those little moments that would make anyone with common sense facepalm. Fortunately, today was not one of those days as he trailed behind Sir Crocodile like a second shadow. In his full human form for once, which was rare. The zoan seemed more comfortable in his hybrid and full Kaprosuchus forms, which seemed to please "Big Boss" just fine. That was what he called Crocodile, "Big Boss." It was how he showed his respect to him.

Even in his human form their were moments where his eyes would shift or his skin would briefly run scaly. Evidence of the flawed devil fruit that didn't function quite as it should. He scanned the crowd, eyeing some of the casino patrons. Klaus was taking this very seriously. He wasn't about to let a single one of them slight Crocodile in his own casino. "All clear so far, Big Boss... though, I don't much like the look of them two over by the roulette. Lookin' a bit too neat... makes me think of them undercover Marines. They aren't done nothin' yet, though..." He replied with a narrow eyed gaze at the two men in question. A low crocodilian growl barreling from the young man's chest as he looked over them again. Clothing seemed too casual for how neat and well pressed they were. Hair cuts were very uniform and styled. They looked ordinary but also too picture-perfect.

Au fucking revoir Mister Prince

Send my muse "why does [NAME] call you babygirl?" for their reaction!

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Happy birthday, pile of sand💖

at work but when i get off I plan to work on my drafts more, I want to really chip away at them tonight