Luffy barged into Usopps new workshop, the door swinging and banging violently against the wall. Usopp! He giggled, grin wide enough to split his face. You gotta come see this! Franky is the best!
His voice faded away when the room was revealed to be empty. The raised worktable sat at the other end, with the large letters proclaiming the room as Usopps Factory standing out in stark contrast against the wood of the hull. His eyes quickly canvassing the room, Luffy turned to go look elsewhere when something caught his eye.
It was a corner of the workplace that seemed to be dedicated to Usopps passion for painting. The sharpshooter rarely showed off his works to the rest of his nakama, and as a result only a few of them even knew it was a hobby. Luffy let the door fall closed and strode over to the easel, gazing across the array of paints and brushes, the empty canvas all ready to go, and landing on the bench beside