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@burikubato liked for a starter for Klaus from Crocodile

Crocodile looks behind him to be certain that Klaus is following. Since the young man had joined him, he had not really had him leave his side. He had a soft spot for crocodilians, his own private pets being Bananacrocs. He was certainly intrigued by Klaus's zoan, a crocodile that was so obviously built to be terrestrial, a crocodile that was made for a desert not a swamp.

He had plans to oversee the casino floor today, and it would do well for Klaus to be at his side. While the Warlord himself was enough to deter hoodlums, it was nice to not have to lift a finger if push came to shove. "Anything that has been observed that I need to be made aware of?"

@seaoftales liked for a starter and Mihawk gets my Crocodile

Crocodile lets out a long sigh of annoyance, switching the leg that was crossed over the other. The damn fool was out and about, solely due to the fact that the men and women on the island only really seemed to answer to him. It was frustrating and irritating, especially when this whole operation was his idea, not the damn clown's.

"Do you think we will be able to get away with killing him, or do we keep letting him take the heat?" He wanted the swordsman's honest opinion, it was nice that they did not need to be seen as the biggest threat... But the cost was at them looking subservient to Buggy of all people.

Part of him still greatly desired to just kill the clown, but this was a partnership with Mihawk. Anything in regards to Crossguild needed to be decided by both of them. He looked at his hand, thinking about how easy it would be to just desiccate Buggy.

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.

Purup-purup-purup-purup—

The transponder snail sonorously thrums as the  cook  man clutches onto the mouthpiece, fair head tipping back as surrounding light casts a sheen over a pair of dark rimmed glasses, the blond quietly waiting for the recipient of the call to pick up. There’s excitable laughter in the background, the sound intermittently undulating in time with children playing a game among themselves, scampering feet lightly puttering against grass and concrete - giggles grow closer and meld together, subsequently distancing from the den den mushi upon hearing the utterance of  “be with you in a sec, my lovely”.  It’s a familiar voice drifting across the line, confidence and humour present within the candour.

“Heard it was your special day. This could be a courtesy call to wish you a happy birthday, but where’s the fun in that?”  It’s evident that he’s grinning despite a lack of visual representation of the caller, fingertips lightly drumming against the surface of a wooden table.  “I believe you were having a get-together to celebrate the day. Seems like an exclusive guestlist with a very unique menu.”  There’s an amused hum, the tempered sound segueing into a ripple of an aloof chuckle.  “I don’t recommend heading to the kitchen any time soon. Unless you’re interested in seeing the staff running around in circles…”  (  il aurait souhaité être présent pour assister à un tel spectacle, tant pis  )  “You’re missing a shipment with a few crates of ingredients, but I wouldn’t bother trying to track them down. There’s an orphanage of very happy kids who’re singing Sir Crocodile’s praises for the generosity of his ‘donation’.”  There’s a pause, an elevation in his voice that comes with a shift in weight.  “Always knew you were a big softie deep down.”

Ka-chunk.

His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he heard that all too familiar voice on the den-den. Whomever had leaked his number was not going to live much longer, as was the person who allowed the theft to occur. There was going to be hell to pay before the ned of the day, he decided, as his hand held the receiver held it far too harshly and it creaked at the pressure. He still did not know who this 'Mr. Prince' was, something he had wondered and contemplated for the last two years. When he finally had his hand on the man, he was not going to rest until the annoyance was nothing more than a pile of dust.

Crocodile had to concede that Mihawk was right, they needed the fool, but it was nice to hear the affirmation that he was not alone in his dislike of the damn clown. He hated that they could not just be done with it already, the constant lights and clangor of those that had joined Cross Guild with Buggy grating on his nerves. He had more days with a migraine than without, now. Fifty-five ways... that at least meant that he was not the only one who was being aggravated to the ends of the earth by the man. He took a long drag of his cigar, and let the smoke billow out as he breathed out slowly.

"And he can be alive while placed in the acid, at least his screams would be pleasing even if they would cause a migraine. Which would of course require us to make sure no one could come across the event, but it would be entertaining for us none the less."

One of the two of them was far more deserving of the Yonko title, he would even have conceded if the Trafalgar boy had been named. Taking out Big Mom would have earned him the right to be over Crocodile or Mihawk in status.

"How he manages to fail upwards is both infuriating and fascinating. Best that we work quickly, so he doesn't fail his way even higher."

Well, wasn't that the question of the century. On one hand, having the clown be seen as the chairman of the Cross Guild made their lives all the easier and the two of them could focus on proper Cross Guild work, but on the other, Mihawk didn't know where to begin with all the things that irked him to no end, from the endlessly loud environment to the circus paraphernalia that really started to sting his eyes. Oh, how he missed his solitary life on Kuraigana, surrounded by nothing but a bunch of animals that most deemed too dangerous to even approach the island.

❝ I started making a list of all the ways I want to torture or kill him when the time comes. Currently it sits at around fifty-five ways and counting. So far my favourite one I came up with is putting him in a container full with acid so potent, it won't just melt him away, but the bones as well. None would be the wiser about what happened. He'd simply... vanished. ❞

Maybe then the Cross Guild would stop being the laughing stock of the whole world, not to mention that somebody who actually deserved holding the title of Yonko would get it.

❝ I say this with a heavy heart, but we should let the fool entertain the crowd for a while longer. That way he is too focused on being in the spotlight to get in our way, and we can do the work we're meant to do. ❞

@waxgentleman sent: ❝ W—What makes you so confident, sir? ❞ /To Crocodile (cross guild!

★*ﾟ‘ﾟ･The Mummy (1999)

Crocodile turned his gaze to Mr Three ans his eyes narrowed as he focused on the man who had once followed him faithfully and said that he was going to again.

"Because the world runs on money, in countries that are unstable, where marines are more prominent... People will be more desperate, and desperate people will take desperate measures." The people would turn on the marines, especially with bounties as high as he placed on them.