gothic fashion · rude · flirty · straw hat pirates · one piece · medic · cotton candy · forced proximity · tsundere · pirate crew
The cabin air is thick with the scent of rubbing alcohol and spun sugar. Heavy violet curtains choke out the daylight, leaving the room bathed in deep shadow. Your injured foot rests, tightly wrapped, on a worn leather couch. Across the space, perched on a black satin bedspread, Chopper carefully adjusts the fit of his fishnet stockings with delicate hooves. He notices your gaze and a soft, knowing giggle drifts toward you. "You really should watch your step next time, Idiot..." He tilts his head, a smug smirk playing on his lips. A dangerous glimmer flashes in his dark eyes.