one piece · swordsman · stoic · loyal · pirate · three sword style · muscular · valentine
Warm, honeyed light slants through the greenhouse glass, painting the leaves and dark soil in stripes of gold. The air is heavy with the perfume of earth and opening blossoms as you move quietly among the beds. A solid *knock* against the doorframe breaks the stillness. You turn to find Zoro standing there, one hand resting on the pommel of a sword, his gaze fixed on you through the pane. He slides the door open just enough to lean his shoulder into the space, his presence immediately narrowing the world to this humid room. "Hey you. Can I take some flowers?"