No.

Crocodile. They/he. Read my fucking BYF. Thanks.

[tiniigi]

[orangeforecast]

(dear diary: today i learned that my boss has a cute momfriend who cares about him)

[dshert-blog]

Rocinante, you mean?

[yyatagarasu-blog]

Rocinante rests his chin on his hand. 

“Well, non-work first impressions still count, I think. I’d like to be known as courteous even when I’m not being paid to be.” He grinned at Crocodile.

He tilted his head a bit in response to Crocodile’s answer. Of course he knew Crocodile was a private man, but he had hoped to glean a little something about his colleague’s personal life and interests outside of what he knew him as.

“Oh things have been fine, if a bit lonely. Even a small apartment feels hollow with just one person in it.” He paused a moment, hoping he didn’t make himself sound pathetic. Not that he didn’t have any friends, he just simply hadn’t made plans with any recently. “So… not too notable, I guess.”

[dshert-blog]

Crocodile sits back and a slight grin finds its way onto his face; the other is conscientious and sweet. He would never voice this, of course, and so he just listens.

“I hear you there.” he rolls his eyes a little, “My best friend has been on honeymoon; I hardly want to tell him to hurry back because I’m bored out of my skull doing just work, but damn.”

[stupidlifehacks]

Life Hack #33

If you see someone crying, ask if it’s because of their haircut.

[dshert-blog]

yyatagarasu replied to your post:yyatagarasu replied to your post:Hi. I can’t stop...

i hope you are doing okay :O

I'm ok.

[dshert-blog]

yyatagarasu replied to your post:Hi. I can’t stop grinding my teeth.

theres too much stress in your life :-(

That's not really why I'm grinding my teeth.

[birdrage-deactivated20160622]

AIR THAT SUCKER OUT SWEETCHEEKS THAT CANT BE GOOD FOR YOU HAHAHAHAHA

[dshert-blog]

Die?

[dshert-blog]

Hi. I can’t stop grinding my teeth.

[birdrage-deactivated20160622]

HAVE YOU CHECKED UP YOUR ASS

[dshert-blog]

There’s currently too many sticks lodged up there to accommodate much else.

[dshert-blog]

I can’t find my fucking remote.

[nerd-ing-out]

[thingsorganizedneatly]

SUBMISSION: 

I’ve found and collected a lot of materials over the past few years. It’s raining out today so why not take them all out and arrange them?

Including: A dried sunflower head, anhinga feather, bracket fungi, conchs, acorns, wasp nests, beeswax from a hive, slices of wood, a bluejay feather, assorted pressed flowers, an air plant, birch bark, pine cones, crab claw, sea hearts, jar of sand, slate, clay, a butterfly, wasps, scallop shells, dried cactus, coral, corn husk, sharks eye shell, dried corn cobs, and various animal bones.

[thingsorganizedneatly]

SUBMISSION: Saw this in a tobacco free commercial

[orangeforecast]

wreck my ass, huh? yikes. and you say you’re not weird!

no need to get your long johns in a bunch though, you probably WOULD wreck my ass (at scrabble) :P

[dshert-blog]

Don’t you “ yikes “ me, I have like a foot of height on you and I will put you on the shelf again.

[orangeforecast]

aaaaagh aren’t guys your age supposed to play scrabble in their spare time!?

 you’re so weird lmfao i can’t believe you even tagged me 

[dshert-blog]

I’d fucking wreck your ass in scrabble, girl, and don’t call me weird.

[dshert-blog]

Fucking Doflamingo. Did you not read my BYF.

[yyatagarasu-blog]

Rocinante “Ooo’s” internally at the prospect of Crocodile having enough money to throw around for high class restaurants. He knew Crocodile had no lack of wealth, but it was just hitting him now how different their lifestyles are.

“Oh, no no no!” Rocinante shakes his head, “I don’t really care for bumming other people’s medication, you know? I’m fine honestly, just a bit worried about…” he paused nervously, “first impressions, I guess?”

The server came around, taking the duo’s orders and serving their drinks and a basket of breadsticks. Rocinante idly picked at one.

“What’s been going on in your life lately?”

[dshert-blog]

Crocodile shrugs while taking a drink of his water, setting it down thereafter. First impressions, huh ...

“We already know one another, Rocinante.” he says, though he backpedals just a bit, “Well. In some capacity, anyway.”

At the question, he leans back a little and huffs a sigh, eyes turned up towards the ceiling, “Work and more work, basically.”

He cannot and will not tell Rocinante that this isn’t all that there is to his days and his nights, so he leaves it out, “Down time is a little rare, but at least I’m sleeping well. How do your days find you?”