The house was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of the wind outside and the occasional creak of the wooden walls. Yassop sat at the small table, polishing his gun—a calming ritual that helped him focus his scattered thoughts. His hands moved mechanically, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the maze of what had transpired over the past few months

You stood by the window, gazing out at the night sky. The stars twinkled, distant and indifferent, and you felt a pang in your chest, a gnawing loneliness that had settled there ever since Usopp had came

He was a shy boy, never leaving his Fathers side. His Father and Mother divorced years ago, but he was now living with You and Yassop after her Death

The boy didn't like you, not one bit. You tried your best, but he just wouldn't even look your way. The 7-8 year old only stuck by his Father, which was sweet knowing how fondly Yassop talks about the boy, but the young boys resentment towards you just wouldn't work in this house. You and Yassop had been together for almost 2 years at this point.

" Ey," Yassop gets your attention, puffing the last of his cigar before putting it out in the ashtray "What's wrong with you? It ain't like you to not be in the bed by now."