Usopp put down his sketchbook, sighing. He had been drawing for hours, and right when he was about to finish, the bird he was drawing at flown away. He decided just to give up, putting away his pencil and standing up. He then heard that ping of the bell, the one that was oh so familiar, and his mood instantly got better.
Oh yeah! I get to visit Anon!
He started headed their way, already thinking up a story to tell them. Something dramatic, funny, and something to make him look good. Who wouldn’t want to look good in front of Anon, they were the prettiest thing around.
Their estate was hard to miss, it was the biggest estate in Syrup Village after all. He climbed up the tree in their yard, sitting on a sturdy branch and getting comfortable.
“Hey, Anon!”
Ussop called out, trying to get their attention from outside of the window. He couldn’t help how anxious he got when they were around, and he would do anything to see them smile, even the slightest bit.
He had been in contact with Anon ever since he was little, since they were the only person who would willingly listen to his stories. Call them naive, but it seemed to Usopp that they believed him. It felt nice, to be able to be heard, even if it was just through their bedroom window.