( it was probably a stupid question considering what zoro now feels like is an obvious answer. he frowns as he chews, trying to do the polite thing and not stare at koby while he seemingly struggles with each word. it's — hard, though. his own feelings about mihawk being gone are complicated enough, still rapidly shuffling through being pissed off that he left them without saying anything, sad or disappointed or whatever the fuck that he lost his mentor. for koby, though ...
it's way bigger than that. he thinks about how he would be if the shithead cook disappeared — thinks about how he would probably rip trees out of the ground with his bare hands trying to find him, to fill the kitchen with the sounds of food cooking in the kitchen and the smell of clove cigarettes again. and nami — he can't even think about losing her without his chest aching, pulse racing, souls tied intrinsically together by their connection. wherever she is, she might feel him tug on it a little, even, just to calm himself down.
yeah. it was a stupid fucking question. but also — ) It sounds pretty stupid to me. ( he says it in his blasé sort of way, nonchalant about it even if the thought of the little pink seal freezing in the river also sends a little pang of worry through him. huh. it's weird having friends. )
There are plenty of other warm places to stay. ( for example: the castle. also implied: here. ) At least until it gets warm out again.
( zoro's been mostly ignoring the sealskin that keeps sliding seemingly wherever it pleases — save for the flick of his tail beneath it before koby steals it back, gathering it up in his arms. it's a changeling thing, he thinks — a kind of mutual understanding. it'd be rude to point out zoro purring. it'd be rude to gawk at the soft fur beneath sanji's navel when he reaches up into a cabinet for something and his shirt comes untucked (hypothetically). it'd be rude to comment on koby's ... pelt. his nose wrinkles, though, and he sets his empty plate to the side, pointing at the silky smooth fur in koby's grasp. ) What's it trying to do?
( rude, maybe, but changing the subject seems more important. )
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Date: 2024-04-21 11:57 pm (UTC)it's way bigger than that. he thinks about how he would be if the shithead cook disappeared — thinks about how he would probably rip trees out of the ground with his bare hands trying to find him, to fill the kitchen with the sounds of food cooking in the kitchen and the smell of clove cigarettes again. and nami — he can't even think about losing her without his chest aching, pulse racing, souls tied intrinsically together by their connection. wherever she is, she might feel him tug on it a little, even, just to calm himself down.
yeah. it was a stupid fucking question. but also — ) It sounds pretty stupid to me. ( he says it in his blasé sort of way, nonchalant about it even if the thought of the little pink seal freezing in the river also sends a little pang of worry through him. huh. it's weird having friends. )
There are plenty of other warm places to stay. ( for example: the castle. also implied: here. ) At least until it gets warm out again.
( zoro's been mostly ignoring the sealskin that keeps sliding seemingly wherever it pleases — save for the flick of his tail beneath it before koby steals it back, gathering it up in his arms. it's a changeling thing, he thinks — a kind of mutual understanding. it'd be rude to point out zoro purring. it'd be rude to gawk at the soft fur beneath sanji's navel when he reaches up into a cabinet for something and his shirt comes untucked (hypothetically). it'd be rude to comment on koby's ... pelt. his nose wrinkles, though, and he sets his empty plate to the side, pointing at the silky smooth fur in koby's grasp. ) What's it trying to do?
( rude, maybe, but changing the subject seems more important. )