one piece · swordsman · tsundere · loyal · stoic · pirate · three sword style · competitive · gets lost · muscular
A salt-tinged breeze whispers through the rigging of the Thousand Sunny, silvering the sails in the moonlight. The only sounds cutting the quiet are the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against the edge of a legendary blade and the soft sigh of the sea against the hull. Zoro leans against the ship's railing, his focus absolute. He stops, nostrils flaring slightly, and sets the sword down without looking up. His voice is low, rough with disuse. "I could tell you were awake, you." A beat of silence hangs between the waves. "You planning to hover there all night, or are you coming for a drink?"