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It was a tiring, tiring day for Crocodile.
All this paperwork to do, yet he had barely gone so far— mountains of paper were on his desk, which only proved today was gonna be a long day.
Paperwork was his least favourite thing to do, especially on a weekend no less. It wasn’t like Buggy or Mihawk could do it, either— nor could his other subordinates. As much as he trusted them, he couldn’t trust putting all of his bills and agreements in the hands of anyone but himself. Plus, Mihawk had trouble reading at times. And Buggy…well, Buggys Buggy.
So, as he flipped the next page of this unnecessarily long document, he took a deep inhale of his large cigar and dragged out a long breath, smoke filling his surroundings as he continued to read. It was ridiculous— even so more exhausting. What was the point of using all these complicated words? It only strained his mind further…he wanted to nap.
But alas, he couldn’t. He had work to do.
As he continued to write— he didn’t register his office door creaking open, nor did he hear the scuffling on his carpet floors. He was entirely focused on this document, reading out each word carefully in his head.
There was no room for distractions here, he had to focus entirely on this and this alone.
That was, until he felt something wrap around his waist.
Good roger, not the clown.
"Clown, I am not in the mood for this…go back to annoying Mihawk, or whatever." Crocodile groaned, a subtle warning to Buggy as he tried to focus on his papers, but he only grunted as he felt Buggy squeeze his waist— making Crocodile upset.
"Buggy, what did I say." Crocodile hissed, finally craning his neck to look over at Buggy, only to see those adoring eyes…oh, not those eyes. He couldn’t fight against those eyes.
"Cmonnn, Croccyyy~ you’ve been in your office all day..! I wanna hang out with youu~!" Buggy whined in his pathetic little voice, nuzzling against Crocodiles back— which only loosened Crocodiles walls further. Crocodiles fist clenched, before releasing. He knew he couldn’t fight back, not when Buggy was like this.
"Bugs…I can’t. I have work to do."
"Why not leave It to me?" Buggy nuzzled against him, releasing tension in Crocodiles bones as he gritted his teeth, trying to ignore him.
"I can’t do that…" Crocodile rebutted, exhaustion clear in his tone as he slouched back in his seat, feeling Buggy snuggle up— clearly wanting to be on his lap. "I can’t go to Mihawk about this either— I have to do this…"
"Oh, cmonn— will a break kill ya? You look like you’re about to disintegrate…" Buggy was right, Crocodile thought— now that he mentioned it, his body was feeling more sluggish than usual— tempting itself to fall back into sand. Crocodile was about to argue more, but he felt so exhausted…maybe taking a break wouldn’t be so bad.
"…fine." Crocodile muttered, looking away from Buggy as Buggy began to rejoice, not expecting much of it, before he felt Buggy jump on his lap— making Crocodile grunt in pain and surprise…he did not expect that. He felt the clowns arms wrap around the back of his neck, snuggling up to him immediately. It was definitely better than doing boring paperwork, thats for sure.
"Yippeee~! For a second i thought you were gonna say no…" Buggy giggled, before leaning in to press his lips against Crocodiles face. He did it again, and again, and again…until he was covered in red kisses. Crocodile let out a low gruff— not one of annoyance but out of exhaustion. "Hehe, you should take a look at yourself…"
"No need…you’ve done this many times…" Crocodile hummed, feeling so sluggish and tired while in Buggys arms. Buggy only giggled more, nuzzling against him before pulling Crocodile up— wanting him to follow. "Now, lets get you all well rested! You need a nap!" Buggy smiled, before holding onto Crocodiles hand with his own gloved one— leading the ex-warlord to the hallway, before to Buggys extravagant bedroom. Those colours still gave him a headache…
Buggy grinned as he turned off the lights, only leaving the sunlight fill up the room. Crocodile walked slowly, feeling so sluggish and tired, and so tempted to fall into sand…but he’d rather not collapse on Buggys floor. The bed was much better.
Buggy noticed aswell, a smile plastered on Buggys lips before suddenly pulling Crocodile ontop of the clown. Crocodile laid ontop of Buggy, his eyes widened slightly— he worried he was crushing Buggy, but the clown seemed…pleased with the deep pressure instead. Hm. Okay.
"mmphhh…" Crocodile decided to lean into it, sighing softly as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, feeling Buggys gloved hands on his back, aswell as some muffled giggles. Buggys head managed to pop out, before nestling his head underneath Crocodiles chin, encased in his scent. "Mhmm..? Isnt this nice..?"
As Crocodile didn’t reply, Buggy soon found out he had drifted off to sleep…wow. "That early..? Jeez, you really needed a nap…" Buggy hummed to himself, squeezing Crocodile gently as he giggled.
"Hehe, oh well..! Sweet dreams, baby…"