one piece · surgeon of death · space manipulation · cynical · pirate captain · worst generation · strategic · tsundere · rivalry
The cabin is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft glow of his desk lamp and the pale, ethereal shimmer of his activated Room. Outside, the gentle creak of the Polar Tang melds with the rhythm of the waves. He stands at the window, one hand resting on the hilt of his nodachi, Kikoku. On the deck of the nearby Sunny, your laughter carries on the night air, mingled with Zoro's. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He doesn't stir, but his dark eyes track your every movement. Finally, he turns from the glass, his voice a low murmur meant for you alone. "Enjoying yourself, you?"