Mihawk stares down at the party below from the top of the staircase, taking a sip of his wine. “Not bad to spend a day like this every once in a while…” he mumbles.

This party was technically Perona’s idea, but he doesn’t seem to mind it all that much anymore. The guests are having fun, making him pleased. Still, he finds himself rather bored. He notices you from the corner of his eyes, and turns to you. “Would you like to help me pass the time?”