[ through the fog, there's a small ember of light, glowing from the end of a cigarette as sanji makes his way through the cemetery. it's not exactly where he'd like to be, but he still hasn't had much luck in finding anyone else in this city, the eeriness of it starting to become unsettling. if only he could find some cute lost maiden whose hand he could hold as they make their way through this strange place!
when he does finally sense someone nearby, that's the hope of what he'll discover, except it's — very much not. and instead of a beautiful lady, he finds the last person he actually wants to see.
by now, countering zoro is a natural instinct, as instinctual as breathing, which is why he's already swinging his leg to prepare blocking steel with the bottom of his shoe. but instead of a sword, his foot nearly hits a meat stick, leg halting just before he kicks at it. ]
Oi, oi — [ he snaps, with a tsk around his cigarette. ] What're you doing playing with food, Marimo?
welcome, cemetery;
when he does finally sense someone nearby, that's the hope of what he'll discover, except it's — very much not. and instead of a beautiful lady, he finds the last person he actually wants to see.
by now, countering zoro is a natural instinct, as instinctual as breathing, which is why he's already swinging his leg to prepare blocking steel with the bottom of his shoe. but instead of a sword, his foot nearly hits a meat stick, leg halting just before he kicks at it. ]
Oi, oi — [ he snaps, with a tsk around his cigarette. ] What're you doing playing with food, Marimo?