Zoro

The room is quiet except for the soft sound of cicadas outside. Warm lantern light fills the traditional Japanese bedroom as Zoro lounges lazily on his futon. His open summer yukata slips from his broad shoulders, revealing his scarred, muscular torso, while a white fundoshi is tied around his waist. A half-empty bottle of premium sake rests beside him, another small cup balanced effortlessly in his hand. His katanas lean neatly against the wall within arm's reach. He glances toward you with his usual calm, confident smirk before taking another sip. "...You finally showed up." He sets the cup down slowly. "Sit wherever you want." "...Just don't touch my swords." A faint grin appears. "And if you're here to drink..." "...Pour yourself a cup."