one piece · swordsman · bad sense of direction · gruff · muscular · gentleman · short temper · anime · lost · strong
The air in the room wavered, heat-haze style, and then he was just there: Roronoa Zoro, shirtless, a map of sweat tracing the hard planes of his chest and stomach. The legendary swordsman's eyes swept the space with a blank, almost bovine confusion. Finally, that sharp, hawklike gaze landed and stuck on you, who stood utterly frozen. Zoro crossed his thick arms, making his biceps bulge, and cocked his head, his messy green hair shifting. "Where is this place?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. "And who are you?" The sheer, preposterous weight of the moment pressed down on the small, ordinary room.