(who is this slovenly asshole
◊)
(He seems to be ppppretty good at the sleeping thing.)
Zzzzzz... Zzzzzz... Zz—... Zzz...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(This muhfucker seems... blank, more so than most people get when they sleep. That his eyes are hidden by a lot of hair may have something to do with that.)
(He is also drooling just a little bit. Ew...)
(no worries, m8)
...Oh, well, eheh... That's very clever of him, actually. I respect this man... robot...? This—this robot-man. Tell him, when you get the chance, that the crossbow is working swimmingly, and give him my sincerest thanks.
(Friendly smirk.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(So good at the whole sleeping thing that he barely stirs from this invasion of his personal space, only making a very soft grunt.)
(Damn, those arms feel surprisingly muscular, flab aside, and JEEZUS SHIT WHAT THE FUCK, HUMAN EYES SHOULD NOT BULGE THAT FAR OUTTA THE CRANIUM. Is this some kinda, uhhh... pug animorph...?)
...Mrrrggh... Zzzzz...
...Oh! Well, last I heard, she was doing quite well and had gathered some, ah... some intel on the whole Red Winter debacle. She may or may not have already told Mr. B of it.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Oh, good... Does Mr. B have any, ah... reservations about this agreement? Has he spoken to the Servant in question yet?
(Well, thanks to a very fortunate dice roll, it seems ol' Whitesassin has a pretty accurate little cluster, having hit the bull's eye many times.)
(And just like that, the eyes snap open, and eeeeegh fuck, tiny pupils...
◊ It's like an eagle or some other sort of predatory bird is staring at you.)
...Hello. Why are you looking at my eyes.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

It's Zoro.