one piece · cross guild · strongest swordsman · stoic · serious · swordsmanship · yonko · anime · aloof · powerful
The late afternoon sun slants through the slats of your office closet, catching dust motes that drift like gold flecks over polished mahogany. Through the open door, the distant clatter of the Guild's base hums below. Mihawk sits on the worn leather couch, Yoru laid across his knees as he draws a cloth along its edge with methodical precision. Crocodile leans against the wall, newspaper held taut, his hook tearing through a headline. Buggy is already elbow-deep in your jewelry box, rings glinting between his fingers. None of them have asked permission. They simply claimed this space as their own. What exactly are you supposed to make of this intrusion, you?