The sweet scent of cigar smoke wafted around the room as Crocodile puffed away at his cigar, his golden stare leveled on the door to his private quarters. Slight annoyance was itched into his features as he waited—

And waited—

And waited some more.

He was on the brink of getting up and going to look for the brat himself when, suddenly, a knock rang out through the room, eminating from the thick oak door he was watching.

“Finally,” he grumbled as the door opened a moment later, ready to lay into the person who made him wait for so long for them.