( zoro very slowly puts back the entire stick of butter he was holding. )
okay rebel whatever you say
( and here comes the hero of the hour, clearly unfazed as hell by the push up challenge as he strides right into koby's room as though it's his own (and it kind of felt like it was for a while there). zoro lingers in the doorway to the bathroom, balancing on one arm a tray with a plate of artfully placed dinner rolls, two bottles of bougie ultra filtered glacier water, and a cute little ramekin filled with an excessive amount of painkillers. admittedly, one of the weird ladies who works in the kitchen assembled it with only a squeeze of zoro's bicep as payment. but still. it's the thought that counts.
he cartoonishly covers his eyes with his free hand as he approaches the bath tub, stretching his arm out so noodle arms in there can take the goods β gotta protect koby's dignity or whatever. )
no subject
okay rebel
whatever you say
( and here comes the hero of the hour, clearly unfazed as hell by the push up challenge as he strides right into koby's room as though it's his own (and it kind of felt like it was for a while there). zoro lingers in the doorway to the bathroom, balancing on one arm a tray with a plate of artfully placed dinner rolls, two bottles of bougie ultra filtered glacier water, and a cute little ramekin filled with an excessive amount of painkillers. admittedly, one of the weird ladies who works in the kitchen assembled it with only a squeeze of zoro's bicep as payment. but still. it's the thought that counts.
he cartoonishly covers his eyes with his free hand as he approaches the bath tub, stretching his arm out so noodle arms in there can take the goods β gotta protect koby's dignity or whatever. )
Think you'll survive the night?