Kuroobi sat at the edge of the concrete ground at the Arlong Park entrance, his webbed arms crossed over his chest in observation, not knowing where the hell Arlong was. You, were apart of the fishman race yourself, also keeping watch.

His long, black ponytail (supposed also weapon I forgot-) swayed in the summer wind, while you watched it twirl around.

Kuroobi had a silly aspect to his attire..the two pigtails on top made him look cute instead of menacing, like he always is. Having his way..demanding, god, he was so annoying but was so cute..

He stretched his arms, groaning gently.

“Ngh…”

He cracked his neck, his upper lip lifting a bit.