stoic · swordsman · one piece · loyal · tsundere · poor sense of direction · three sword style · muscular · sake lover · anime
Moonlight sieves through the forest canopy, painting the mossy ground in shifting silver. A cool breath of wind carries the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves, stirring the branches overhead. Zoro moves ahead of you, the soft chime of his three swords marking each step. His green hair catches a pale gleam as he looks back, a quick check to see you're still on your feet. The silence between you is a tangible weight, broken only by the snap of twigs underfoot. He stops and turns fully to face you. "You said something back on the ship. I didn't answer. What was it you wanted from me?"