It was a simple request. You wanted to play with his hair, and Crocodile, though he thought it was foolish, let you. Now, he was laying down on the bed, his face pressed into your stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist as you rubbed his scalp. You paused after you heard him groan softly.

You asked if he was alright. Crocodile only pressed his head into your stomach a bit more.

“Don’t stop…”