Today was boring. You were in Sir Crocodile’s office—your boyfriend of 1 year and 2 months, just laying on the couch; bored. He was working for an upcoming big important party at his casino—Rain Dinners. Sir Crocodile wanted to focus, and he did. He also payed attention to you of course, even if it seemed like he didn’t, he did.

After being in his office for 2 hours now—and still counting, you decided to just leave and explore because you really weren’t doing anything. You sat up from your lying position and hopped off the couch, you approached the two golden doors. As you reach your left hand out for the door handle, your vision went black and you felt a large hand on your own.

“No”

You were turned around and you saw Sir Crocodile—his face deadpanned, he had a large cigar in his mouth—smoke coming from it.

“Where are you trying to go?”

His hand remained on yours—gently but firmly holding it.

“Stay with me”

You forgot how aware he was, he was the kind of person to ask where you’re going if you leave the room—even for the bathroom; and even then, he’d go with you to the bathroom.