[ zoro wasn’t buying it for a second - definitely a no.
there was a certain rhythm in their arguing, like falling back into a comfortable stride; the world around them couldn’t have been more different, but this remained a constant. a waste of time, obviously, but still a connection to the crew they’d carved out for themselves – even if zoro was still untangling what that even meant. normalcy? was it even that much, without the glue of luffy’s presence to hold it together?
close enough, for the time being – an anchor of familiarity amidst the chaos.
still leaned heavily up against the car door, zoro glanced down through the grimy film coating the window; one could almost believe he knew what he was looking at, with how he blandly appraised the steering wheel and upholstery. how hard could it be? ]
Left it near the entrance.
[ an offer accepted not without resistance. they’d already insisted that he owed for his medical expenses. rebranding it as a loan and a favour, pawning off some junk vehicle on him – not exactly winning him over. bullshit was still bullshit, regardless of the name they slapped on it. but what choice did he have? whether he took the deal or not, they still expected him to cough up the berry, or whatever they called money here. stubbornness wouldn’t change anything, so he might as well get something to show for it.
he looked back at sanji, brows knit, as he seemed to consider something. ]
Assuming you got the same speech I did.
[ unless he’d actually been in the market for a car. ]
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there was a certain rhythm in their arguing, like falling back into a comfortable stride; the world around them couldn’t have been more different, but this remained a constant. a waste of time, obviously, but still a connection to the crew they’d carved out for themselves – even if zoro was still untangling what that even meant. normalcy? was it even that much, without the glue of luffy’s presence to hold it together?
close enough, for the time being – an anchor of familiarity amidst the chaos.
still leaned heavily up against the car door, zoro glanced down through the grimy film coating the window; one could almost believe he knew what he was looking at, with how he blandly appraised the steering wheel and upholstery. how hard could it be? ]
Left it near the entrance.
[ an offer accepted not without resistance. they’d already insisted that he owed for his medical expenses. rebranding it as a loan and a favour, pawning off some junk vehicle on him – not exactly winning him over. bullshit was still bullshit, regardless of the name they slapped on it. but what choice did he have? whether he took the deal or not, they still expected him to cough up the berry, or whatever they called money here. stubbornness wouldn’t change anything, so he might as well get something to show for it.
he looked back at sanji, brows knit, as he seemed to consider something. ]
Assuming you got the same speech I did.
[ unless he’d actually been in the market for a car. ]