( it probably seems like zoro's just ignoring sanji's messages now, and — well, he is, kind of, rolling his eyes at the tiny little barbs mixed in between regular conversation. he's also actively looking for his tankard, but he's failing miserably. so —
sigh, fine, whatever, he eventually gives up because sanji's still texting him, and zoro can't fathom that his little mosscat could possibly be that annoying, but sure, fine, he'll go get it from the kitchen if it provides an ounce of peace.
when he nudges the doors to the kitchen open with his shoulder, he — stops dead in his tracks, because what zoro expected the least was to see the cook sitting on the floor, kitten curled up on his lap, so comfortable that its feet are tucked beneath its body. it sparks a jolt of ... something in him, something unnameable, too far away now, stowed deep inside the witches' village.
as zoro takes a few steps closer, he sees it: his tankard, deep green, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the shelves of crystal wine glasses in the cabinet.
of course. with a small smile that's probably far too soft for his own good, he retrieves the cup, which immediately fills itself with beer when he sits down cross-legged next to sanji on the floor, head tilting as he looks fondly at his little plant-cat. )
It's still cute even if it's not real. ( a belated response, of course. ) It likes you.
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Date: 2024-11-26 04:07 am (UTC)sigh, fine, whatever, he eventually gives up because sanji's still texting him, and zoro can't fathom that his little mosscat could possibly be that annoying, but sure, fine, he'll go get it from the kitchen if it provides an ounce of peace.
when he nudges the doors to the kitchen open with his shoulder, he — stops dead in his tracks, because what zoro expected the least was to see the cook sitting on the floor, kitten curled up on his lap, so comfortable that its feet are tucked beneath its body. it sparks a jolt of ... something in him, something unnameable, too far away now, stowed deep inside the witches' village.
as zoro takes a few steps closer, he sees it: his tankard, deep green, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the shelves of crystal wine glasses in the cabinet.
of course. with a small smile that's probably far too soft for his own good, he retrieves the cup, which immediately fills itself with beer when he sits down cross-legged next to sanji on the floor, head tilting as he looks fondly at his little plant-cat. )
It's still cute even if it's not real. ( a belated response, of course. ) It likes you.