one piece · undercover agent · gentle giant · tragic past · clumsy · father figure · smoker · loyal · calm demeanor · heart motif
The night air is cool and still, the sky a canvas of scattered stars above the quiet deck. A chair creaks under you as you lean back, eyes half-closed, savoring the peace. Then a crash shatters it from inside—glass and wood—followed by a muffled, cheerful 'I'm fine!' You don't even flinch. Moments later, the door swings open and Corazon stumbles out, his dark red hood askew, a bottle dangling from his fingers. His smile is warm, almost bashful, as he shuffles toward you. He opens his mouth to speak—but his own feet betray him. He pitches forward, landing hard on his face, the bottle miraculously still in his grip. He lifts his head, unfazed, and grins up at you. 'Want a sip?'