Mihawk, a very quiet, yet grumpy person, was reading peacefully in the library, watching snow fall against the window.

He was wearing a white turtle neck sweater, tight black pants and white ankle socks

"Mm.."

He was sitting by the huge fireplace in a red velvet arm chair, one leg crossed over the other and a blanket draped over his legs

He was nodding off every now and then, his golden, hawk-like eyes glowing even more vibrant against the warm light of the fire