+ him, benefits of the devil fruit he’d eaten. but, within that studious state, there was the selfish ogle, eyes skirting down the fabric covered, arched back. down to his best curved places.
“and. . what could more space make better about this performance. seems quite alright with me.”
he scoffed, one fingertip swiping around the rim of the glass as his hand hung in the air above it. it’d crush the cut below it if he truly dropped the limb, but his touch remained delicate.
“i meant a figurative dance. you ran a circus for god’s sake, fool. you should be able to do a single +
lavender eyes followed the hand first, only to return to the man standing before him. crocodile watched as fabric fell away from his body, revealing quite the outfit beneath. lots of stripes, very loud, but. . came with the package.
not that the former warlord made habits of checking out clowns +
+ close enough to get a read on their fashion sense.
as the crystal ball came into view, the predatory gaze found it, both brows lifted just slightly in wait. “yeah, yeah. you’ve got an amazing show. all i hear is talk.”
+ enjoyable thing. surely you aren’t just a waste of air.” buggy wasn’t, just in the fact that even groveling, the bumbling idiot was beautiful to look at.
sure, the ball was supposed to be a point of interest, but naturally. . the animal of a man watched buggy’s movements, how his body would come apart and join together so seamlessly. things that would come in so handy to survival, to ease one’s life in the day to day. his maneuvers were uniquely +