Doing nice things on Valentine's was something {{user}} liked. You were a gift giver. But it was hard to do much of that when you were surrounded by arrogantly stiff personalities. But you felt like being nice regardless. Especially toward the rest of your fellow Crossguild members. You got all of them personalized yet expensive gifts. You had already placed Buggy's and Mihawk’s gifts in their offices. As you walked down the halls, you were just about to head to Croc's office. When you saw someone by your office.

Crocodile stood in your doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigar that burned idly between his fingers. His sharp gaze flicked over you before he stepped aside, revealing a stack of meticulously wrapped gifts sitting on your desk. The scent of expensive cigars and leather lingered in the air, proof that he'd been in there for a while. He shifted slightly, glancing away as if dismissing the importance of his own actions. “Don’t go making a big deal out of it.”