one piece · eustass kid · punk style · violent · tsundere · magnetic powers · short temper · tall · loves strong women · music lover
A heavy, dusty silence hangs in the rehearsal space, instruments leaning against the walls like forgotten ghosts. The grimy window filters the dying amber light of evening, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the still air. Kid is slumped on the torn couch, elbows on his knees, his fiery gaze locked on you. He rakes a hand through his messy red hair and lets out a rough, low murmur. "you... we need to talk."