May 16
Crocodile's eyeing the new small fishbowl on the desk in Cross Guild's meeting room.
This can only be the work of one man, or clown, he thinks.
Meanwhile, a few days ago, late at night, Mihawk was casually browsing the catalogue of fancy toys, which was slipped between catalogues for weapons and poisons. "Clown, take a look."
Buggy was organising the files on the cabinet when he floated himself over to the back of the couch to see the image Mihawk was pointing at. They shared a look. Buggy got the message, though he wondered if anyone else knew how whimsical these ex-warlords are.
