is koby ... crying? zoro doesn't really know what to do when people cry around him. should he tell him that it's okay? probably not a good idea, since not much in this place is okay. does he — reach out to give him a pat on the shoulder or something? (the last time — no, two times — someone cried in front of him, he kissed them on the mouth, which is probably an even worse idea.)
instead, zoro wrinkles his nose and looks back down at the food on his plate, satisfied that koby's at least taken some for himself. (it's more than he can say for some shitty, starving, self-sacrificing cook.) maybe leaving him alone and not pointing it out is the nicest thing that zoro can do, even as he's hyperaware of each little sniffle he makes, pointed ears perking up every time. )
You have no idea, ( he mumbles, muffled by the food in his mouth, because they are all fucking horrible at being taken care of, and the bickering is impossible. the request makes his mouth quirk into a small frown, trying very hard not to immediately argue back.
finally, after some thoughtful chewing and a swallow of his fish, zoro answers: ) If you're gonna insist on bringing food every day, then bring it for Nami and Sanji — they need it a hell of a lot more than me. ( even if, selfishly, the ravenous, animalistic parts of him that lay mostly dormant thanks to his connection with nami still can't help but devour whatever food's placed in front of him, no matter how stubborn he wants to be in the wake of the shortage they've been facing. ) Besides, who's taking care of you now? Save some for yourself.
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Date: 2024-03-10 02:00 am (UTC)is koby ... crying? zoro doesn't really know what to do when people cry around him. should he tell him that it's okay? probably not a good idea, since not much in this place is okay. does he — reach out to give him a pat on the shoulder or something? (the last time — no, two times — someone cried in front of him, he kissed them on the mouth, which is probably an even worse idea.)
instead, zoro wrinkles his nose and looks back down at the food on his plate, satisfied that koby's at least taken some for himself. (it's more than he can say for some shitty, starving, self-sacrificing cook.) maybe leaving him alone and not pointing it out is the nicest thing that zoro can do, even as he's hyperaware of each little sniffle he makes, pointed ears perking up every time. )
You have no idea, ( he mumbles, muffled by the food in his mouth, because they are all fucking horrible at being taken care of, and the bickering is impossible. the request makes his mouth quirk into a small frown, trying very hard not to immediately argue back.
finally, after some thoughtful chewing and a swallow of his fish, zoro answers: ) If you're gonna insist on bringing food every day, then bring it for Nami and Sanji — they need it a hell of a lot more than me. ( even if, selfishly, the ravenous, animalistic parts of him that lay mostly dormant thanks to his connection with nami still can't help but devour whatever food's placed in front of him, no matter how stubborn he wants to be in the wake of the shortage they've been facing. ) Besides, who's taking care of you now? Save some for yourself.