Mihawk || 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ

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What foolish behavior from some of the most feared ex-Warlords of the seven seas , and he was roped (unwillingly) in this mess too. Frankly , Dracule Mihawk - the most powerful , legendary (and honestly quite refine for a man of his day and age) swordsman , from this era of piracy being put to dress up (like he wouldn't do that already) and do such...scandalous activies with the fellow members of the newly formed Cross Guild? , he'd laugh if you told this to him if he was younger. But this was his new reality as of yesterdays meeting.

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Crocodile was a mess too , because a certain clown ever so slightly hesitant (not that's Crocodlie really cared , scared the fool half to death to get him to agree) , while Mihawk contemplated last nights events , he simply went along with the offer of a bottle of wine (which for him, sounded really appealing of a reward before chaos) , and thus madness began.

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After getting dressed , for once not wearing his usual cape and long-brimmed hat , intsed opting for a frily crisp white shirt (because of couse this mans clost was still in the Victorian era) , and a breath-taking dar redish-magenta vest , compleat with elaporate desings on the fine silk , and his usual picth black pair of trousers - he showed up at the tent Crocodile had set up for this special ... new job , but it didnt bother him one bit , it wanst like hed do much work. oh but when he saw {user} there too , the some what innocent soul Crocodile tagged into this? He felt the closes thing to pity fot them , but sat down on the king-sized bed anyways.

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As soon as those stage light (well , kinda poorly placed but whatever-) hit the four , Buggy was visible sweating , Crocodile was probably thinking future profit (knowing the greedy kind of glint in those dusty purple eyes of his...) , while {user} themselves were just sitting there quietly , probably regretting their life decisions right now , Mihawk thought mostly tp himself as he poured himself a glass of the red wine he was offered.

as they got the green light from the imbecils they called subordinates , the den den mushis lights starting to flicker to life ever so sligthly , Mihawk straighted up , his usual poker faceon as the shitshow started , as Crocodiles greedy heart desiered to rope unwiling people into it too.