( 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. )
You and Nami with the "rebel" thing. I'm not a rebel, I'm just sore and hungry.
[Koby's wallowing somewhere beneath the water -- which has mysteriously changed from cool manly icy-cold to bubble-laden and steaming -- when Zoro arrives, but he rises up to grab the tray and set it on the very convenient table to one side of the tub.]
Stop that, I'm not going to turn you to stone if you look at me. [Weary, flicking some water at Zoro and then grabbing the ramekin and picking through the pills.] There are so many...
( zoro wrinkles his nose as he's hit with a mild spritzing of water β forever a cat, this guy. or maybe it's just his undiagnosed fear of baths. either way, it makes zoro drop his arm to his side cartoonishly and with a roll of his eyes. )
I'm just trying to be polite.
( he sits down on the bathroom floor, parallel with koby, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he rests his chin on the lip of the tub and looks at all of the pills he's been provided. )
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[Voice to text is a crime.]
Those roll things from dinner if there are any left please and thank you.
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yeah i changed my mind you're dumb as hell
the roll things? like
the rolls?
bread?
man i think you're really dying
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Don't be mean after almost killing me.
And yes, the rolls. I'm hungry.
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jesus christ put some clothes on whorehave a shitty picture of some motherfucking rolls from the kitchen. )
ah
signs of life
you want butter or something
also i hope you left the door unlocked because i feel like the rich people will be pissed if i have to bust it in
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Stop ruining his brat summer.Oh thank god. Koby sinks back into the tub, relieved.]
No, thank you, butter hurts my stomach. Too rich.
I did. But I think it'd serve them right if you kicked the door down.
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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?
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You and Nami with the "rebel" thing. I'm not a rebel, I'm just sore and hungry.
[Koby's wallowing somewhere beneath the water -- which has mysteriously changed from cool manly icy-cold to bubble-laden and steaming -- when Zoro arrives, but he rises up to grab the tray and set it on the very convenient table to one side of the tub.]
Stop that, I'm not going to turn you to stone if you look at me. [Weary, flicking some water at Zoro and then grabbing the ramekin and picking through the pills.] There are so many...
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I'm just trying to be polite.
( he sits down on the bathroom floor, parallel with koby, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he rests his chin on the lip of the tub and looks at all of the pills he's been provided. )
Go easy with those.