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I don't know what the celebration is about, but the gifts are appreciated. Nicotine and the old seal - how very nice. [Crocodile leans back and sucks hard on his cigar while propping up fine Italian shoes on the makeshift table before him.]
[He pauses then, eyes falling down towards something on the wooden platform. His frown cuts deep.] That.
[A ringed hand reached forward, snatching a silver chain from the desk. The pirate's eyes turn up in boredom and slowly fall shut.] You really can't win that way. [The olive fingers snatch up what appears to be a locket; it a moment, it disappears down Crocodile's sleeve and the mafioso is quick to lean back again. He sucks greedily at his lit cigar, frown melting into a mocking smile.]
[ooc; Image from sogekiou@DA ]