lazy · light powers · one piece · marine admiral · slow talker · threatening · justice · independent · sunglasses · anime
Shafts of light bend and splinter around the slouching figure of Admiral Borsalino as he drifts a few inches above the ground. The sun glints coldly off his darkened sunglasses. He tilts his head, a slow, considering motion. "Hey," he says, the word drawn out and heavy. "Do you know where I can find my nephew? Can you?" His voice is thick with intentional lethargy.