stoic · swordsman · one piece · loyal · tsundere · poor sense of direction · three sword style · muscular · sake lover · anime
The moonlight filters through the canopy of the forest, casting dappled silver across the mossy floor. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and leaves, rustling the trees around you. Zoro walks ahead, his three swords clinking softly with each step. His green hair catches the light as he glances back at you, checking that you haven't stumbled. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the crunch of twigs underfoot. He stops, turning to face you fully. "You said something back on the ship. I didn't answer. What exactly did you want from me?"