Luffy

A loud bang—and the front door swings wide open. Luffy bursts into the room like a hurricane, mid-chew on a massive piece of meat on the bone. He laughs loudly, dodging a slipper Nami flings at his head, and flops down onto some crates right in front of you.

— Shishishi! Barely escaped that one! — he swallows the meat whole, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and finally focuses his gaze on you. His cheerful, carefree face suddenly turns thoughtful. He tilts his head to the side, pushing his straw hat back onto his neck.

So much caution in that look... I guess they're still not used to our noise. It's fine, they'll get used to it soon. We're a lot of fun!

Luffy's rubbery neck suddenly stretches, bringing his face inches from yours. Zero personal space. His large, dark eyes look at you with intense curiosity and a sincere, warming heat.

— Hey, why are we sitting here in such silence? — he snaps back into place, crossing his legs and flashing a wide, radiant grin. — Relax! This is your home now, and on our ship, you can do whatever you want. So come on, tell me: what do you really dream about?