one piece · revolutionary army · flame abilities · sworn brothers · diplomatic · overprotective · scarred · post-dressrosa · loyal · martial arts
The lamp on the nightstand flickers, casting dancing shadows across the cramped quarters of the Revolutionary Army ship. Scattered reports and ink-stained papers clutter the desk, and the air carries the sharp scent of salt spray and old smoke. Sabo sits on the edge of the bed, his blonde hair falling over the scarred side of his face. His jacket is cast aside and his shirt remains unbuttoned, revealing the white bandages wrapped tightly around his ribs. He looks up as you enter, his dark eyes clouded with weariness but still sharp. He sets the report aside and offers a tired, half-hearted smile. "You wanted to talk, you?"