xxii. - [ VOICE ]
[The feed starts with Crocodile's usual dry laughter.] Ah, these things again. [It sounds like there's something whirling over the feed; it grows louder and louder for a few seconds. For anyone that has spent time in the desert, the sound will be familiar - it sounds like the start of a sandstorm.]
I do not have time this second. Sables-! [Again, Crocodile's laugh roars through the feed, but it's quickly engulfed by the roaring of wind and sand.]
Mn. You are not the ones I have give a damn about. I have prior engagements.
[ooc; ok. You know, I've been hinting at Croc's laugh for like, ever. Here at 0:23 seconds, you can hear it. It's funny and worth the watch. And this has nothing to do with anything but. Yes. I can't do his laugh justice in text alone. :| ]
I do not have time this second. Sables-! [Again, Crocodile's laugh roars through the feed, but it's quickly engulfed by the roaring of wind and sand.]
Mn. You are not the ones I have give a damn about. I have prior engagements.
[ooc; ok. You know, I've been hinting at Croc's laugh for like, ever. Here at 0:23 seconds, you can hear it. It's funny and worth the watch. And this has nothing to do with anything but. Yes. I can't do his laugh justice in text alone. :| ]