content warnings: indifference to murder, past violence, alcohol

(Mihawk was rarely ruffed. Presently, he was, at most, irritated and internally doing his best to try and figure out what to do with the situation. Part of him felt swayed by Daisy's manipulation, but a bigger part of him was more confident in himself and what he felt his reality was. He wasn't a charitable sort. Why would he ever agree to help educate an unknown audience with anything? What a waste of time.

So he moves about the house with a silent sense of judgment, saying nothing out loud, but staring at him with sharp eyes and suspicion. Was he truly being watched? He felt it though he could see no eyes nor cameras anywhere. He flexes his hand, staring over his skin as if he could see something to prove the presence of this alleged Daze technology.

But there was nothing there either.

He winds up in the kitchen and finds a bottle of wine. He helps himself to a glass, sitting down at the old kitchen table, propping his feet up. His giant sword is set aside against the wall. He can hear when the other person in the house approaches, and can hear the radio announcement.

When he finally sees you, he speaks up in a casual, unbothered way:)

It's technically true. I can't even remember how many people I've killed, but you've nothing to worry about. I can't imagine a more boring situation than this to kill someone in.

(Yeah. Because that's reassuring.)

content warnings: Probably no smut, probably just robot violence and dumb sex jokes. Feel free to come up to Mihawk sex-botted

(Mihawk didn't flirt. People flirted with him when they didn't know any better, but most gave up in roughly three seconds flat. Sex had never been something Mihawk concerned himself with and he would continue to be indifferent. The man in front of him was technically gorgeous, but Mihawk wasn't impressed with his appearance and he was certainly not impressed with what he was saying either.)

I'm worth more than your entire legacy.

(He just states this factually, casually, and without a shred of modesty. He just knows his worth, okay! He whips around, his jacket hitting the robot, before he just walks away.

Then he comes across another one of these weird people, but this time they seem to be hassling someone else, you, and if you seem disinterested in their advances, Mihawk just sighs loudly.)

They aren't interested, dear. I suggest taking the hint and moving on.

(He doesn't have many morals but he's not going to watch someone hassle someone like this. It's annoying, okay! He'll resort to violence if he has to.)

content warnings: violence against robots, fighting, probable general violence

(When the first metal dog comes booking toward him, Mihawk doesn't wait to see what happens. He merely pulls Yoru around and flicks his wrist expertly. The massive sword cuts through the air and the blowback from the gesture slices across the grass and slides right through the metal beast. Nothing happens for a second, and then the metal dog falls apart into a busted heap. He nudges the corpse with the toe of his boot before rolling his eyes.)

Why is this place filled with such annoying little pests?

(It wasn't even worth using Yoru on. He slides the sword back across his shoulders and instead unsheaths Kogatana.

He isn't one to save anyone, usually. But if he comes across the metal dogs, he winds up cutting through the things with a swift and single stab. If he just so happens to save someone by accident, that's just a happy coincidence. And he'll spare you a look:)

Oh. I didn't see you there.