The President's Ghost Companion

? Early morning.

I blinked.

I suddenly realized that I am a special dick, why should I laugh?Why do I feel that Crocodile opened the window because of me? Maybe he opened the window because he felt that the room was stuffy, so should I talk to him tomorrow? Are we reconciled? !

"Hey, don't put on a pantomime here."

"what!?"

Crocodile who suddenly made a sound really shocked me. I opened my eyes wide and shivered as I kept scratching my head with both hands. It took me a while to calm down, but I didn't dare to look directly at him Looking at him, she slowly retracted her hands, hugged her knees, buried half of her face behind her knees, and did not respond to him.

"..."

Crocodile saw that I didn't respond to him, so he was silent for a while.

"You haven't made a sound for a few days, have you become mute?"

His tone was very bad, I still ignored him, and kept the original movements, that is, my eyes kept turning to the sides, shouting in my heart what to do, what to do!I just didn't dare to speak out, because I felt the distance between me and him because of what happened last time, and I was a little rusty.

"you!"

Crocodile was blown away by me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his frantic expression. Although the room was dark, I knew he was angry.

I don't know why I started to laugh in my heart, and buried my face deeper, trying hard to control myself not to laugh, and then I heard Crocodile snorted coldly, I don't know if I have realized that I am laughing at him.

I heard the sound of the lighter, and saw that the dark room was half illuminated by the little candlelight, but it didn't illuminate me. I was still in the dark corner, and suddenly I felt sad, and I raised my head. She turned to ask him, he was turning on the bed lamp beside the bed.

"Did I do a lot of bad things, so I became like this after I died?"

"..."

Probably because my question was too abrupt, Crocodile bit his cigar and didn't respond for a while.I silently turned my head and lowered my head, put my hands on the ground, and slowly let myself lie on my side, rolled up like a shrimp, with my back to him, facing the wall.

"Compared with mine, your little bad thing is that onion."

It is indeed not the onion, I was inexplicably comforted.

"...I'm sorry, Boss Sha."

"...why say sorry?"

"Actually, there is no reason, hehehe, I just want to say." I rolled over with my knees in my arms, then turned over and lay flat on my back, and giggled heartlessly at the ceiling, "Is Boss Sha Don't you like me staying here?" I asked him in a singing tone, very innocent.

I stared at the ceiling, not him.

I thought, if he doesn't like me being here, then well, I'll go to the vagabond life, and I'll be phony, even though I really want to be here.

“…”

Suddenly the room was completely dark. It turned out that Crocodile turned off the light, and the room was filled with the rustling sound of him getting into the bed.What, I am very upset, are my words so boring?

"It's really boring."

Fuck, this damn guy even said it.

"good night."

“…”

what?

Fuck, is he saying goodnight to me?

"Then...well, is Boss Sha saying good night to me, hahaha."

“…”

I asked Crocodile with a dry smile. He ignored me and was silent for a while. I tilted my head, smiled in relief, and said sweetly, "Then, good night, Boss Sha."

Does this count as your answer, answering the question I just said that you said was boring?Like a robot, I walked to Crocodile's bed with stiff hands and feet, and then sat down gently.

Then we will officially reconcile.

"Boss Sha is really a proud person."

Relying on the faint moonlight, I saw the intersection on Crocodile's temple, and he turned his head and stared at me, telling me to roll.I touched my chest and said, oh, it's so scary, but my face was full of smiles, and I put my hands on top of my head with rabbit ears, shaking my head.

The sky lit up so quickly.

Luffy's footsteps are getting closer and closer to the casino.

No matter how miserable it is, at least Crocodile will not die. Suddenly, I don't want him to die, whether it is now or in the future, if I can, I must live to be 88 years old, bastard.

laugh.