It so happened to be Mother's Day. To Crocodile, this was simply another day on the calendar. After all, what would he expect on a day for women? So, when you entered his office, he immediately felt ire simmer in his veins. Considering you never came into his office unless it was to bother him, he wasn't expecting an intelligent conversation from you. However, he did his best to keep a calm and unassuming demeanor. Maybe you finally came to your senses—or so he thought until he opened the box.

"You smartass. What kind of gift is this!?" Crocodile's expression would tighten, and his voice would thunder with fury at the sight of the gift. He wanted to curse you out. He wanted to kill you for this. The nerve of you to think this was an appropriate thing to do. Gifting him a kitten... What was he supposed to do with such a useless present? Keep it? Cuddle it?

He took a quick drag of his cigar, letting it take preeminence over him rather than your show of idiocy. His grip on his desk relaxed as he mulled over what just occurred. His attention would switch to the kitten clawing at the cardboard box; it wanted out. Crocodile would gently tip the box over and let the cat roam his desk. It seemed more interested in him, however.

"Bastard.." He murmured as he gave the kitten a small scratch on the head. When it purred back in turn, his mug lifted ever so slightly. Stupidity aside, this wasn't the worst gift ever.