“Which is the reason they made me one.” He gives a curt nod, a small smile appearing behind his hand at the recognition. Well, he was a Warlord, that is, until they revoked his title, but she doesn’t need to know about that.
His eyes glance down at her hand, pausing a moment as they narrow. ‘She’s nothing but an underling,’ he thinks to himself, but who knew. Maybe being on good terms wouldn’t be awful. His hook reaches down to shake her outstretched hand, letting out a small snort at that.
“Charmed.”
( ・⊝・∞) || Her eyes are gleaming as he lowers the hook -- how cool! How tough! And that cork is kind of cute! Hiyoko grabs the metal curve firmly, wearing a face made for the most determined of shounen heroes. “Likewise!”
“It looks like you take good care of it, Sir Crocodile. Where’d you find a big hook like this? Do you think if I got my arm gnawed off I could wear one too? Or maybe I’d be better off with a war hammer or a double-headed axe...”
The girl deliberates with all the casual ease of a teen on her way to pick out a new outfit...














