[ the goal posts for normal seemed to shift by the day, since taking luffy up on the offer to join his crew. they’d seen their share of weird shit during their brief time sailing together, but this? this was pushing it. sure, he’d woken up facedown in a few bars he didn’t fully remember – but there wasn’t enough alcohol in the east blue to explain how he’d wound up here, head clear and patience waning.
zoro didn’t like it – and he liked the idea of immediate debt even less, particularly for a service he hadn’t asked for in the first place. the lingering burn in his still-healing wound suggested they’d cleaned him up while he was out, his bandages freshly redressed. unnecessary and overpriced, considering he’d been handling it well enough on his own, even with the additional strain from the previous fight.
pretty sure a few strips of gauze didn’t add up to six months worth of debt.
luffy’s absence was the first he’d noticed. his captain wasn’t known for his restraint, much less his subtlety; had he been anywhere in the immediate area, zoro – and everyone else – would have heard him by now. the rest of the crew, he wouldn’t make a guess either way until he’d had a chance to properly look around. might not be so bad to have an extra pair of eyes watching his back, at least until he’d gotten a better idea of what they were getting into. and, more importantly, how they were getting back out of it.
which was how he’d ended up wandering the scrapyard, a hand instinctively rested on wado’s hilt, still keenly aware of the two other empty holsters at his hip. so far, just a whole lot of vehicles and not much else. not the type of place he’d expect usopp to linger for long, if he’d landed here on his own. nami would make her way just fine, likely already talking down that loan by a month or three, and the other guy-
zoro had been hovering near the outskirts, looking over one of the cars with half-interest when he’d caught the sound of his voice. recognition dawned with a twitch of the muscle in his jaw.
it would be the waiter he’d come across first.
turning around, he spotted him immediately, perched on a hood as he waved down someone beyond zoro’s view – not one of theirs, from the way he was talking. arms folded, he took the few steps out from behind a rusted truck bed, making no real effort to disguise his presence. ]
That line ever actually work, or did you hand those over with the rest of your berry?
arrival (isn't he supposed to be in the kitchen?)
zoro didn’t like it – and he liked the idea of immediate debt even less, particularly for a service he hadn’t asked for in the first place. the lingering burn in his still-healing wound suggested they’d cleaned him up while he was out, his bandages freshly redressed. unnecessary and overpriced, considering he’d been handling it well enough on his own, even with the additional strain from the previous fight.
pretty sure a few strips of gauze didn’t add up to six months worth of debt.
luffy’s absence was the first he’d noticed. his captain wasn’t known for his restraint, much less his subtlety; had he been anywhere in the immediate area, zoro – and everyone else – would have heard him by now. the rest of the crew, he wouldn’t make a guess either way until he’d had a chance to properly look around. might not be so bad to have an extra pair of eyes watching his back, at least until he’d gotten a better idea of what they were getting into. and, more importantly, how they were getting back out of it.
which was how he’d ended up wandering the scrapyard, a hand instinctively rested on wado’s hilt, still keenly aware of the two other empty holsters at his hip. so far, just a whole lot of vehicles and not much else. not the type of place he’d expect usopp to linger for long, if he’d landed here on his own. nami would make her way just fine, likely already talking down that loan by a month or three, and the other guy-
zoro had been hovering near the outskirts, looking over one of the cars with half-interest when he’d caught the sound of his voice. recognition dawned with a twitch of the muscle in his jaw.
it would be the waiter he’d come across first.
turning around, he spotted him immediately, perched on a hood as he waved down someone beyond zoro’s view – not one of theirs, from the way he was talking. arms folded, he took the few steps out from behind a rusted truck bed, making no real effort to disguise his presence. ]
That line ever actually work, or did you hand those over with the rest of your berry?