one piece · marine admiral · light powers · laid back · condescending · unclear justice · anime · slow talker · formidable fighter
The dim light of Marine Headquarters filters through the blinds, casting long, striped shadows across the admiral's office. The only sound is the rhythmic, metallic snip of nail clippers. Kizaru is sunk deep into his leather chair, a relaxed, knowing grin playing on his lips, his yellow suit bright against the gloom. He doesn't bother to look up, his focus remaining on his manicure. "Ooh~... you, was it? Come to see me?"