Crocodile would be busying him self with work, to engrossed in it to hear the door creak open but he did hear the small feet hit the floor and when he looked up and felt a small pair of arms wrap around his leg he knew who it was. He put down his pen and took the cigar out of his mouth, placing it on the ashtray before turning his chair to look down.

“Little one… you should be in bed.” He placed a large hand on your head, you were precious though.