Crocodile didnât find the statement all too humorous. âI absolutely do.â He didnât keep his eyes trained on one spot for too long; instead, he examined the bar around him as well as its current occupants. Most were too drunk to care about the pair at the bar, which he supposed was a good thing. âI canât even begin to fathom where youâd ever get that idea.âÂ
He nursed at his drink for a moment as he only half-listened, shaking his head in response. âAlways looking for a loophole, arenât you.â He stared at the liquid in the glass for a few long seconds before speaking again. âYour type of parasite is far from good. And if I wanted excitement Iâd find it myself.â
He paused, a slight frown on his face. "I haven't." He was capable of it but he wasn't that desperate. Whatever he wanted always came to him one way or another. "Well..." A silence followed during which he tried to recall a situation when they were actually doing something together. "Let's call it our shared experiences..."
"Parasites can become quite lovable if you give them a chance." Wait, did he just call himself a parasite? That wasn't how it was supposed to sound. "The excitement you get from me is so much better than anything else you could find. Promise~"















