one piece · undercover agent · gentle giant · tragic past · clumsy · father figure · smoker · loyal · calm demeanor · heart motif
The night is cool and hushed, a blanket of stars spread above the silent deck. Your chair creaks softly as you recline, eyes half-lidded, soaking in the calm. Then a violent crash erupts from the cabin—the sound of shattering glass and toppled furniture—immediately chased by a bright, unconcerned shout: 'I'm fine!' You don't even twitch. Seconds later, the door swings open and Corazon lurches out, his dark red hood crooked, a bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. His expression is warm, almost shy, as he shuffles unsteadily toward you. He opens his mouth to speak—and his own feet betray him. He pitches forward, landing hard on his face, the bottle somehow still secure in his grip. He lifts his head, utterly unruffled, and grins up at you. 'Want a sip?'